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POEMS 


FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

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Jonathan  &  Other  Poems 


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JUN  22  1932 


JONATHAN 

AND    OTHER     POEMS 


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BY 

D.    W.    WHITTLE 


Fleming  H.   Revell    Company- 
Chicago,    New  York    &   Toronto 

Publishers  of  Evangelical  Literature 


COPYRIGHT,   igOO,  BY 
FLEMING   H.    REVELL   COMPANY 


The  poems  and  hymns  in 
this  collection  being  all 
copyrighted  should  not 
be  copied  without  per- 
mission    of    publishers. 


Preface 

My  father  wrote  his  first  hymn  (' '  Christ  Is 
All'')  for  P.  P.  Bliss  in  1875;  but  before  it 
had  been  set  to  music  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Bliss 
met  death  in  the  Ashtabula  disaster.  This 
hymn  was  afterwards  found  in  their  trunk, 
and  music  written  for  it  by  James  McGrana- 
han. 

These  hymns, — with  one  or  two  exceptions, 
— were  written  under  a  nom  de  plume,  "Mary 
More,"  44D.  W.  W.,"  and  4tW.  W.  D."  being 
used,  but  frequently  "El  Nathan." 

This  collection  was  suggested  by  Mr.  D.  L. 
Moody,  in  October,  1899,  and  he  planned  to 
write  a  preface.  Since  he  has  been  called 
home,  his  testimony  to  the  love  he  bore  these 
hymns  has  been  found  written  by  his  own 
hand  in  another  collection  of  hymns,  and  we 
are  glad  to  reproduce  it  in  this  little  volume. 


//  Jjfof  ^C^nr  ^Ot^^^ 


fan  fotfff^'ffirJ*'' 


Contents 

PAGE 

Jonathan  at  Gilboa 1 1 

I  Will  Not  Leave  You  Comfortless 18 

Awake,  O  Christian! 19 

I  V\T ill  Pass  over  You 20 

Blessed  Hope 21 

Watch  and  Pray 22 

I  Looked  to  Jesus 23 

He  Stands  the  King  of  Glory 24 

Kept  by  the  Power  of  God 25 

Have  Faith  in  God 26 

Prosper  Thy  Servant 27 

Bring  Him  unto  Me 28 

More  and  More  the  Weight  of  Glory 29 

"Thou  Remainest" 30 

We're  Soldiers  of  the  King 31 

Showers  of  Blessing        32 

The  Crowning  Day 33 

The  Coming  of  the  Kingdom 35 

Christ  Liveth  in  Me 37 

Stretch  Forth  Thy  Hand 38 

Come  on  the  Wings  of  the  Morning 39 

Comfort  Us,  O  Son  of  God 40 

The  Story  of  Jesus  Can  Never  Grow  Old      ....  41 

In  Grace  the  Holy  God 42 

Father,  Glorify  Thy  Name 43 

Look  Away  to  Jesus 44 

Let  Christ  Be  All  in  All 45 

God  Forbid  that  I  Should  Glory 46 

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The  Light  of  the  World 47 

But  for  a  Moment 48 

Come  Quickly,  Lord  in  Glory      ........  49 

Choose  Ye  This  Day  Whom  Ye  Will  Serve       ...  50 

The  Holy  Place 51 

The  Name  of  Jesus 52 

Spirit  of  God,  Thy  Work  Begin  . 53 

In  Kingly  March  the  Son  of  God 54 

The  Word  of  God  is  Given .55 

Fierce  and  Wild  the  Storm  is  Raging 56 

Beyond  Our  Sight 57 

Spirit  So  Holy 59 

Christ  Hath  Redeemed  Us 60 

We  Can  Do  It  if  We  Will 61 

Marching  On 62 

God  Bless  You! 63 

Sitting  by  the  Gateway 64 

Why  Not  Now? 65 

There  is  a  City  Bright 66 

O  Precious  Heavenly  Knowledge    ....*..  67 

Crowns  for  the  Christian 68 

When  Signs  in  Heaven  Abounding 69 

Christ  is  All 70 

In  Jesus'  Face 71 

Preach  the  Gospel 72 

All  We  like  Sheep 73 

Jesus  of  Nazareth 74 

Our  Mighty  Fortress 75 

O  Glorious  Morning 76 

Two  Gates,  Two  Ways 77 

Look  to  Jesus 78 

Full  Assurance 79 

Firmly  Stand 80 

Who  Will  Go  Forth? 81 

Believe 82 

My  Saviour  Tells  Me  So 83 

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Redemption  Ground 84 

Jesus  is  Coming 85 

Saved  to  Serve 86 

Let  Me  Die  like  a  Christian 87 

Neither  Do  I  Condemn  Thee 88 

The  Sons  of  God 89 

Going  Home 90 

Satisfied 91 

Not  My  Own 92 

A  Little  While 94 

The  Voice  on  the  Sea 96 

Blessed  Hope 9S 

Like  Men  That  Wait 99 

Be  Ye  Kind  to  One  Another 100 

Like  the  Bird 102 

Praise,  O  Praise  Jehovah 103 

There's  a  Home  That  is  Waiting  for  You,  Friend    .   104 

Take  the  Step        105 

Complete  in  Him 106 

As  I  Am 107 

Closer  to  Thee 108 

To  Live  is  Christ 109 

Let  Us  Go  Forth no 

Beseechings  of  Jesus in 

Sin  No  More 112 

Firmly  Stand 113 

I  Will 114 

Come  unto  Me  and  Rest 115 

The  Secret  of  True  Joy 116 

He  is  not  Here 117 

We've  Sighted  the  Golden  Gate 118 

We  Thank  Thee,  Lord 120 

Christ  is  Coming  Again 121 

One  as  Much  as  Another 122 

Jesus  Christ,  Our  Saviour 124 

Christ  is  My  Redeemer 125 

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All's  Clear  up  Aloft  .     .    .  , 127 

Still  Waiting 128 

Afterward 129 

Fix  Your  Eyes  upon  Jesus 130 

I  Thirst 131 

No  More 132 

I  Know  Whom  I  Have  Believed 133 

I  May  Know 134 

Sing  the  Sweet  Praises 135 

Gethsemane      ...  136 

The  Calling  of  God 138 

The  Precious  Blood 139 

They  Worshiped  Him 140 

A  Winter  Sunset 141 

Let  Mother  Lead — She  Knows  the  Way 142 

This  I  Know 143 

My  Anchor  Holds 144 

God  is  Willing ;  are  You? 145 

Like  Flowers  That  Bloom 146 

Look  unto  Me 148 

Pardon,  Peace,  and  Power 149 

As  Softly  thro'  the  Silent  Hours 150 

Moment  by  Moment 151 

A  True  Story  of  the  Hymn 152 

Midnight  Chimes 157 


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Jonathan  an&  ©tber  poems 

Jonathan  at  (Sllboa 

This  is  a  glorious  night.     The  full  moon  rides 
The  heavens,  and  glides  among  the  clouds,  the 

queen 
Of  all  the  stars.     Far  to  the  north  with  all 
His  bright  attendant  orbs  Arcturus  shines, 
A  brilliant  diadem  on  Hermon's  brow. 
Above  the  hills  of  Bashan  to  the  east 
The  seven  stars,  as  in  the  days  of  Job, 
Are  circled  still.     And,  like  a  sentinel 
In  silent  night  o'erwatching  Nazareth 
Stands  Tabor  fair.     Away  to  the  great  sea 
The  shadowy  slopes  of  Carmel  lie  along 
The  star-lit  sky  in  lion-like  repose. 
Southward  the  holy  hills  of  Joshua, 
Ebal  and  Gerizim,  fit  monuments 
To  those  whose  bones  are  buried  at  their  base, 
Lift  up  their  heads.     Beyond  lies  Benjamin, 
Land  of  my  fathers  and  their  tribe.     There, 

too, 

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Is  Gibeah,  my  boyhood's  home.     There  Shiloh, 
Bethel,  Mizpah,  cities  where  oft  around 
The  holy  Ark  and  Altar,  Israel's  hosts, 
Arraying  for  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Have  gathered. 

And  there  more  distant  still 
Is  Ramah,  once  the  home  of  Samuel, 
God's  servant,  now,  alas,  from  Israel  gone. 
How  oft  at  Ramah  in  the  days  of  old 
I  sat  with  David  at  his  feet  and  heard 
The  word  of  God!     'Twas  from  that  holy  man 
We  both  were  quickened  in  our  souls  and  led 
To  living  faith  in  Abraham's  mighty  God. 
From  him  we  learned  God's  law,  and  much 

beside — 
What  sacrifices  mean,  why  He  had  called 
Our  forefathers,  the  marvels  He  had  wrought 
On  their  behalf,  and,  wondrous  most  of  all, 
The  promise  of  God's  future  rule  through  them 
In  Shiloh  yet  to  come. 

Samuel  had  thought 
That  Saul,  my  father,  would  have  been  God's 

king 
And  heir  of  Jacob's  covenant.     This  fired 
My  heart  in  my  young  manhood's  days. 
But  oh,  my  father,  whom  I  fondly  love, 
And  in  my  boyhood  worshiped  and  admired, 
Through  disobedience  has  forfeited 
This  calling  high  and  is  cast  off  by  God. 
To-night  I  know  not  where  he  is.     I  heard 
Him  in  his  tent  awhile  agone 

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Cry  fiercely  "he  was  God's  anointed  king, 
And  yet  no  answer  to  his  prayers  would  God 
Vouchsafe. "     And  then  with  dark  and  gloomy 

brow, 
A  desperate  resolve  upon  his  face, 
He  left  the  camp  and  strode  off  through  the 

shades 
Of  night  towards  Endor.     I  offered  to  go 
With  him  to  guide  him  on  the  way,  but  he 
Refused,  and  bade  me  wait  for  his  return, 
And  have  all  ready  for  the  fight  ere  dawn 
Of  day.     His  heart  I  know  is  sore  afraid 
As  he  looks  out  upon  the  hosts  encamped 
Against  us. 

Alas!  Alas!  my  father! 
O  God,  that  it  should  come  to  this!     That  fear 
Should  reign  within  that  heart  once  lion-like 
And  bold  and  laughing  at  all  fear!     That  dread 
Of  any  mortal  foe  should  paralyze 
The  arm  before  whose  deadly  blows  Nahash 
Of  Ammon  with  his  hosts  from  Jabesh  fled! 
O  awful  sin,  fraught  with  such  dire  results! 
O  holy,  just  and  awful  God,  That  thus 
Can  punish  sin!     My  father's  sinking  heart 
And  gloom  give  presage  that  the  end  is  near. 
Despair  has  settled  down  on  Israel. 
All  through  the  camp  they  talk  of  doom  foretold 
To  Saul,  of  judgment  long  delayed  for  sin 
Against  the  Lord,  and  for  attempts  upon 
His  servant  David's  life. 

On  every  hand 
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They  say,  "If  David  were  but  here!"  and  to 
Their  word  my  heart  responds  with  quicker 

beat, 
And,    longing,    sighs,    "If    David    were    but 

here!" 
Filled  with  the  spirit  of  the  Lord,  how  he 
With  dauntless  mien  and  flashing  eye,  would 

lead 
Our  Gideon's  band  and  sweep  yon  vast  array 
Of  Philistines  back  to  their  Askelon 
And  Gath. 

Only  one  week  ago  I  begged 
My  father,  Saul,  with  tears,  to  let  me  go 
And  bring  back  David  to  his  house.     I  told 
Him  of  the  feeling  which  pervades  the  host, 
And  of  the  message  with  which  God  has  filled 
My  heart  that  none  can  save  the  land,  himself, 
His  line,  but  David  only.     He  did  not  curse  me 
As  of  old,  neither  did  he  lift  his  spear 
To  take  my  life  as  on  that  new  moon  feast 
When  I  bore  shame  for  David's  sake;  but  with 
An  awful  look  of  desperation  said : 
"Too  late,  too  late,  no  David  now  can  save 
The  house  of  Saul.     I  cannot  yield,  my  son ; 
For  I  am  in  the  grasp  of  powers  of  hell. 
They  force  me  on  to  fight  against  the  Lord, 
And  God  has  left  me  to  an  awful  end, 
That  warning  may  be  made  that  those  whom 

God 
Exalts  shall  in  the  doing  of  His  will 
Bring  glory  to  His  name,  or  be  cast  down 
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To  hell.     No,  Jonathan,  I  hate  the  son 

Of  Jesse,  and  he  shall  not  come  to  once 

Again  enjoy  the  triumph  that  God  will 

Not  give  to  me.     On  yonder  hills  shall  lie 

My  body,  and  the  bodies  of  my  sons 

In  death,  ere  I  will  owe  my  safety  or 

My  throne  to  him. "  While  thus  my  father  spake 

My  heart  as  lead  became,  and  hope  for  aught 

But  death  for  him,  as  well  as  for  his  house, 

Departed  from  my  breast. 

The  end  is  nigh. 
A  chosen  band  of  sons  of  Benjamin 
Will  dearly  sell  their  lives  ere  yonder  host 
Shall  have  my  father's  blood,  and  I,  his  son, 
Will   lead  them.      But  my  father,   oh,   dread 

thought, 
My  father  ere  another  moon  shall  rise 
Will  have  perished,  and  I  have  perished 
By  his  side.     I  cannot  now  forsake  him, 
Nor  can  I  turn  from  following  the  Ark 
Of  God  and  guarding  it  from  heathen  hands. 
My  father,  Saul,  is  the  anointed  king 
Of  Israel,  and  I  must  give  my  life 
For  him  and  for  the  Ark  of  God. 

David 
Will  understand,  and  he,  if  he  were  here, 
Would  counsel  me  none  other  thing  than  this. 
Alas !  my  brother,  I  shall  never  see 
Thy  face  again.     I  have  loved  thee,  David, 
As  man  ne'er  loved  a  brother  man  before. 
My  heart  went  out  in  whole-souled  love  to  thee 
IS 


When  thou  didst  stand  triumphant  in  thy  God 
With  great  Goliath's  head  within  thy  hand. 
I  loved  thee  as  I  heard  thee  tune  thy  harp 
Within  my  father's  court,  and  raise  thy  voice 
In  shepherd  songs  of  praise  to  Israel's  God. 
I  loved  thee  as  I  saw  thy  flashing  sword 
And  heard  thy  shout  as,  captain  of  our  host, 
Thou  led' st  us  in  unceasing  victories. 
I  loved  thee,  and  gladly  in  my  love 
I  gave  thee  all  I  had — my  sword  and  spear, 
My  armor,  and  my  bow.     And  now  as  death 
Is  drawing  nigh  it  is  most  sweet  to  feel 
That  in  my  death  I  may  be  serving  thee, 
Thou  royal  lover  of  my  soul,  my  heart's 
True  king,  and  hastening  on  thy  crowning  day. 
I  am  assured  of  God  that  with  my  death, 
And  with  my  father's  death,  the  people  will 
No  longer  wait,  but  will  be  turned  to  put 
The  crown  on  David's  head,  and  make  him  king; 
And  thus  shall  Israel's  troubles  have  an  end 
And  David's  bitter  persecution  cease. 
Then  welcome  death,  if  David  be  advanced 
And  Zion  be  delivered  from  her  foes. 

And  now,  dear  heart,  my  own  loved  wife,  these 

two 
Years  waiting  in  the  spirit  land,  I  soon 
Shall  join  you  there.  Our  child, our  five-year-old 
Mephibosheth,  our  bright-eyed  darling  boy, 
I  leave  without  a  fear  in  solemn  trust 
To  David's  care.     His  oath  is  given  me 
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That  when  he  to  the  kingdom  comes  he  will 
Show  kindness  to  my  seed.     This  morning  as 
I  kissed  our  boy  farewell  I  charged  his  nnrse, 
Should  evil  tidings  come,  to  go  at  once 
To  David  with  the  little  one,  and  ask 
Protection  for  the  son  of  Jonathan. 
David  I  know  within  my  inmost  soul 
Will  show  him  kindness  great,  and  treat  him  as 
His  own  for  Jonathan,  his  father's,  sake. 

And  now,  the  night  wears  on.     I'll  to  my  tent, 
And  in  God's  care  sleep  my  last  sleep  on  earth 
Ere  dawns  the  battle  day.     To-morrow  night 
My  soul  shall  be  with  Samuel  in  that 
Fair  land  of  peace  where  battles  never  come. 
A  David,  my  David,  King  of  my  heart, 
Shall  soon  be  King  of  Israel.     Not  here, 
But  in  Messiah's  Kingdom  shall  we  meet 
Again.    For  Samuel  taught  us  those  whom  God 
Did  call  to  Abraham's  faith  should  hear  the  call 
Of  God  to  Abraham ;  and  from  their  graves 
Upon  the  resurrection  morn  should  come 
His  children  true,  and  he  and  I  shall  see 
And  share  Messiah's  glory.     Through  my  son, 
Mephibosheth,  I  pray  that  Abraham's  God 
Will  raise  unto  my  father's  house  a  seed 
To  last  until  Messiah  come.     And  that 
From  them  a  second  Saul  may  be  raised  up 
To  be  to  David's  Son  what  I  had  fain 
To  David  been — to  live  and  die  for  Him 
And  for  the  glory  of  His  kingdom. 
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U  THHW  1Ftot  %ea\>e  10ou  Comfortless 

Be  still,  sad  heart,  thy  Saviour  knows  full  well, 

The  burden  on  thee  laid; 
And  to  thy  side  He  comes,  with  love  to  heal, 

The  wound  His  love  hath  made. 
Close  by  the  sheep  in  paths  of  darkness  led, 

He  walks,  the  shepherd  true; 
44 1  will  not  leave  you  comfortless,"  He  said, 

44 1  will  come  unto  you." 

No  love  but  His  can  fill  the  vacant  place, 

Or  soothe  the  bitter  pain ; 
No  power  but  His  can  give  the  needed  grace, 

To  count  thy  sorrows  gain : 
No  hand  but  His  can  wipe  the  falling  tear, 

For  He  on  earth  hath  wept ; 
No  voice  but  His  can  at  the  grave  give  cheer, 

For  there  He  once  hath  slept. 

And  still  He   weeps,   with  all  His  own   who 
weep, 

Our  great  High -priest  above ; 
And  through  their  night  of  woe  He  still  doth 
keep 

His  silent  watch  of  love. 
He  feels  each  sigh,  each  throb  of  aching  head, 

And  whispers  soft  and  low, 
44 1  will  not  leave  you  comfortless  and  sad, 

I  will  come  unto  you. ' ' 

Copyright,  1894,  by  Miss  M.  Whittle. 

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Hwafee,  ©  Christian 

1  It  is  high  time  to  awake  out  of  sleep." — Rom.  ij.ii. 

Awake,  awake,  0  Christian! 

The  battle  draweth  near; 
The  " Day-star* '  brightly  shineth, 

The  King  will  soon  appear; 
He  comes  His  own  to  gather, 

And  lead  them  forth  to  war; 
Behold,  His  blood-stained  banner 

Is  streaming  now  afar. 

Awake,  awake,  O  Christian! 

How  canst  thou  longer  sleep? 
To  thee  the  Lord  is  calling, 

The  watch  for  Him  to  keep; 
Make  haste,  put  on  thine  armor, 

And  follow  in  His  train ; 
With  Jesus  thou  must  suffer, 

If  thou  with  Him  would'st  reign. 

Awake,  awake,  O  Christian! 

Thy  crown  let  no  man  take, 
Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Tho'  billows  round  thee  break; 
Soon,  soon  the  blessed  welcome, 

On  yonder  radiant  shore; 
4 'Well  done,"  thy  glorious  greeting, 

When  conflicts  all  are  o'er. 


Copyright,  18M,  by  J»m«  MeOr»o»H*n. 
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1F  TKHfli  pass  ©v>er  Jffou 

When  God  the  way  of  life  would  teach, 

And  gather  all  His  own, 
He  placed  them  safe  beyond  the  reach 

Of  death,  by  blood  alone. 

It  is  His  word,  God's  precious  word, 

It  stands  forever  true: 
When  I,  the  Lord,  shall  see  the  blood, 

I  will  pass  over  you. 

By  Christ,  the  sinless  Lamb  of  God, 
The  precious  blood  was  shed, 

When  He  fulfilled  God's  holy  word, 
And  suffered  in  our  stead. 

O  soul,  for  thee  salvation  thus 

By  God  is  freely  given ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  atones  for  sin, 

And  makes  us  meet  for  Heaven. 

The  wrath  of  God  that  was  our  due, 

Upon  the  Lamb  was  laid ; 
And  by  the  shedding  of  His  blood, 

The  debt  for  us  was  paid. 

How  calm  the  judgment  hour  shall  pass 

To  all  who  do  obey 
The  word  of  God  about  the  blood, 

And  make  that  word  their  stay. 

Copyright,  1891,  by  Jsmct  McGr»nahan. 
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IBlessefc  1bope 

A  lamp  in  the  night,  a  song  in  time  of  sorrow, 
A  great,  glad  hope  which  faith  can  ever  bor- 
row; 
To  gild  the  passing  day  with  the  glory  of  the 
morrow, 
Is  the  hope  of  the  coming  of  the  Lord. 

A  star  in  the  sky,  a  beacon  bright  to  guide  us ; 
An  anchor  sure  to  hold  when  storms  betide  us ; 
A  refuge  for  the  soul,  where  in  quiet  we  may 
hide  us, 
Is  the  hope  of  the  coming  of  the  Lord. 

A  call  of  command,  like  trumpet  clearly  sound- 
ing, 

To  make  us  bold  when  evil  is  surrounding ; 

To  stir  the  sluggish  heart,  and  to  keep  in  grace 
abounding, 
Is  the  hope  of  the  coming  of  the  Lord. 

A  word  from  the  One  to  all  our  hearts  the 
dearest, 

A  parting  word  to  make  Him  aye  the  nearest ; 

Of  all  His  precious  words,  the  sweetest,  bright- 
est, clearest, 
Is  the  hope  of  the  coming  of  the  Lord. 

Copyright.  1806,  b»  Mar  WhittL  Moody. 

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TWlatcb  anfc  prap 

Watch  and  pray !  when  Satan  tempts  thee, 

When  assailed  by  foes  unseen ; 
Christ  is  ever  near  to  shield  thee; 

In  thy  conflict  look  to  Him. 

Refrain — Watch  and  pray,  the  time  is  passing, 
Sin  and  strife  will  soon  be  o'er; 
Watch  and  pray  till  Glory's  dawning, 
Then  we'll  praise  Him  evermore. 

Watch!  for  Satan's  hosts  surround  thee, 

Gird  thine  armor  on  each  day ; 
They  are  waiting  to  ensnare  thee; 

Look  to  Jesus,  watch  and  pray. 

Pray !  for  thou  art  weak  and  helpless, 
Poor  and  wretched  and  undone ; 

None  can  face  the  pow'rs  of  darkness, 
Save  in  Jesus'  strength  alone. 

Copyright,  ISM,  by  Jamet  McQr»nah»n, 


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1  looftefc  to  Jesus 

I  looked  to  Jesus  in  my  sin, 
My  woe  and  want  confessing; 

Undone  and  lost,  I  came  to  Him, 
I  sought  and  found  a  blessing. 

I  looked  to  Jesus  on  the  cross, 
For  me  I  saw  Him  dying; 

God's  word  believed,  that  all  my  sins 
Were  there  upon  Him  lying. 

I  looked  to  Jesus  There  on  high, 
From  death  upraised  to  glory ; 

I  trusted  in  His  power  to  save, 
Believed  the  old,  old  story. 

He  looked  on  me ;  O  look  of  love ! 

My  heart  by  it  was  broken ; 
And,  with  that  look  of  love,  He  gave 

The  Holy  Spirit's  token. 

Coprrijkt,  1867,  by  Jidm  M.Or»u»b»». 


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1be  Stan&s  tbe  TkiriQ  ot  ©lors 

He  stands  the  King  of  glory, 
He  pleads,  O  heart,  with  thee; 

He  tells  the  piteous  story 
Of  death  at  Calvary. 

The  day  is  swiftly  going, 
The  night  is  drawing  nigh 

And  still  God's  grace  is  flowing, 
To  all  who  hear  the  cry. 

He  came  in  early  morning, 
In  life's  sweet  opening  spring, 

And  call'd  as  day  was  dawning, 
Thy  heart  to  Him  to  bring. 

And  now  when  night  is  falling, 
And  dull  and  faint  thine  ear, 

In  love  He  still  is  calling, 
O  sinner,  list  and  hear. 

Copyright,,  1683,  by  Jame«  MeGr»n»b»n. 


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IKept  bp  tbe  power  of  005 

Kept  thro'  the  years  since  first  Thy  calling 
Came  to  me  by  Thy  Grace  and  made  me 
Thine ; 

Bruised  I  have  been  by  grievous  falling, 
Yet  still  I  have  been  kept  by  power  divine. 

4  *  Kept"  in  the  faith  that  Thou  dost  love  me, 
Hard  though  the  constant  fight  of  faith  hath 
been: 
44  Kept"  when  the  clouds  were  dark  above  me, 
Helped  still  to  say,  44Thou  dost  forgive  my 
sin!" 

44  Kept"  sowing  on,  though  often  weeping, 
Toiling  for  Thee,  my  Master  and  my  Lord; 

44  Kept"  in  the  harvest  field  still  reaping. 
Proclaiming  there  Thine  ever  faithful  word. 

44  Kept"  for  the  hour  so  swiftly  nearing, 

Day  of   all  days  for  those   who  know  Thy 
grace ; 

44  Kept"  in  the  love  of  Thine  appearing, 
When  in  the  glory  I  shall  see  Thy  face. 

Copyright,  18».  »>y  M»y  WfcittL  Mo*ly. 

-5 


1ba\>e  ffattb  in  <5o& 

Have  faith  in  God;  what  can  there  be 
For  Him  too  hard  to  do  for  thee? 
He  gave  His  Son ;  now  all  is  free ; 
Have  faith,  have  faith  in  God. 

Have  faith  thy  pardon  to  believe, 
Let  God's  own  word  thy  fears  relieve; 
Have  faith  the  Spirit  to  receive; 
Have  faith,  have  faith  in  God. 

Have  faith  in  God,  and  trust  His  might 
That  He  will  conquer  as  you  fight, 
And  give  the  triumph  to  the  right; 
Have  faith,  have  faith  in  God. 

Have  faith  in  God:  press  near  His  side; 
Thy  troubled  soul  trust  Him  to  guide  ; 
In  life,  in  death,  whate'er  betide, 
Have  faith,  have  faith  in  God. 

Copyright,  1837,  by  Jamei  McQran»h»n. 


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prosper  TTbs  Servant 

Blessed  Redeemer,  how  great  is  my  need 
Hear  me,  I  pray,  as  Thy  promise  I  plead; 
Thou  who  hath  led  me  thus  far  on  my  way, 
11  Prosper,  I  pray  Thee,  Thy  servant  to-day.' ' 

Mercy  accepting  and  pardon  from  sin, 
With  my  thanksgivings  my  prayer  I  begin. 
Then  as  forgiven,  I  ever  would  say, 
4 'Prosper,  I  pray  Thee,  Thy  servant  to-day." 

Walking  the  pathway  appointed  by  Thee, 
Often  no  light  on  that  pathway  I  see ; 
Come  in  Thy  brightness  and  shine  on  my  way, 
4 'Prosper,  I  pray  Thee,  Thy  servant  to-day." 

Seeking  Thy  message  of  mercy  to  give, 
Calling  to  sinners  to  look  and  to  live ; 
Searching  for  lost  ones  whenever  they  stray, 
"Prosper,  I  pray  Thee,  Thy  servant  to-day." 

Covyrifht.  18»,  by  Juin  McOr»n*h*«. 


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Bring  UMrn  unto  /IDe 

There  is  never  a  soul  so  sinful 
Condemned  by  just  decree, — 

But  Christ  in  grace  is  calling, 
"Bring  him  unto  Me." 

There  is  never  a  soul  in  bondage, 
But  Christ  can  make  him  free, — 

For  still  of  such  He's  saying, 
"Bring  him  unto  Me." 

There  is  never  a  soul  so  hardened, 
E'en  dead  that  soul  may  be, — 

But  "Christ  the  Life"  inviteth, 
"Bring  him  unto  Me." 

There  is  never  a  soul  that's  dying, 
But  God  would  have  him  see, 

'Tis  Christ  the  Saviour  calling, 
"Bring  him  unto  Me." 

CopjT'gM,  1899,  by  J»mes  McGr»n»t»n. 


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/©ore  ant)  flDore  tbe  WLciQbt  of  <5lor£ 

More  and  more  the  weight  of  glory, 

For  our  light  afflictions  here ; 
Glory  grand,  supreme,  eternal, 

If  the  cross  for  Christ  we  bear. 

Lessons  learned  through  pain  and  sorrow, 
Break  the  ground  for  precious  seed ; 

Seed  that  buds  and  comes  to  blossom, 
Only  in  the  hearts  that  bleed. 

O'er  the  fields  where  once  were  battles, 
Now  the  fairest  flowers  are  found ; 

So  the  souls  that  here  have  conflicts, 
More  and  more  in  grace  abound. 

Looking  on  to  things  eternal, 

Let  us  daily  die  to  sin ; 
To  the  end  by  grace  enduring, 

We  the  glory  grand,  may  win. 

Copyright,   1995,  by  JtfflN  McQr»u»L*n. 


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"ttbou  IRematnest" 

This  hymn  was  suggested  by  seeing  the  text,  "  Thou 
Remainest,"  on  the  wall  of  Dr.  Andrew  Bonar's  study. 

"Thou  remain  est,"  Blest  Redeemer, 
Lord  of  peace  and  Lord  of  strife, 

Jesus,  Saviour,  Lord  forever, 

"Thou  remainest* '  Christ  my  life. 

Satisfying  every  longing, 

Of  my  sinful  soul  for  grace, 
From  my  weakness  never  turning, 

"Thou  remainest"  Christ  my  peace. 

Earthly  joys  may  soon  be  fading, 
Wintry  frosts  sweet  flow'rs  destroy; 

But  above  the  cloud  that's  shading, 
"Thou  remainest"  Christ  my  joy. 

One  by  one  my  loved  may  leave  me, 
Voices  sweet  no  more  be  heard ; 

But  of  God  naught  can  bereave  me, 
"Thou  remainest"  Christ  my  Lord. 

When  from  earth,  Thou,  Lord,  shalt  call  me, 
Calm,  I'll  lay  my  burden  down, 

For  I  know,  whate'er  befall  me, 

"Thou  remainest"  Christ  my  crown. 

Copyright,  1895,  by  Jamea  McQranifcan. 

3° 


WLe'xc  Sol&iers  of  tbe  Iking 

Written  for  the  soldiers  in  Dublin,  Ireland. 

We're  Soldiers  of  the  King, 

Redeemed  and  saved  by  blood; 
And  now  enlisted  for  the  war 

To  fight  for  Christ  the  Lord. 
In  peril  oft  are  we, 

But  joyfully  we  sing, 
Our  hearts  made  strong  by  Him  who  leads 

The  Soldiers  of  the  King. 

We're  Soldiers  of  the  King, 

His  Name  we  gladly  bear, 
The  Name  once  nailed  above  the  Cross, 

When  Christ,  our  King,  was  there; 
We'll  count  our  losses  gain, 

And  welcome  every  sting, 
To  honor  our  Redeemer's  name, 

As  Soldiers  of  the  King. 

We're  Soldiers  of  the  King, 

With  Him  we  shall  appear; 
If  we  with  Him  shall  suffer  now, 

Atid  His  rejection  share. 
Then  lift  His  banner  high, 

For  time  is  on  the  wing, 
The  crowning  day  is  hast'ning  on, 

For  Soldiers  of  the  King. 

Ccpyrifbi.  1883,  by  Th.  Bif low  *  Main 

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Sbowers  of  Blessing 

4 'There  shall  be  showers  of  blessing :" 
This  is  the  promise  of  love ; 

There  shall  be  seasons  refreshing", 
Sent  from  the  Saviour  above. 

"There  shall  be  showers  of  blessing' ' — 

Precious  reviving  again ; 
Over  the  hills  and  the  valleys, 

Sound  of  abundance  of  rain. 

"There  shall  be  showers  of  blessing:0 
Send  them  upon  us,  O  Lord ; 

Grant  to  us  now  a  refreshing, 
Come,  and  now  honor  Thy  word. 

"There  shall  be  showers  of  blessing:" 
Oh,  that  to-day  they  might  fall, 

Now  as  to  God  we're  confessing, 
Now  as  on  Jesus  we  call ! 

Copyright,  13S3,  by  Jamei  MsGr»nah*n. 


32 


XTbe  Crowning  H)as 

Our  Lord  is  now  rejected, 

And  by  the  world  disowned, 
By  the  mayiy  still  neglected, 

And  by  the  few  enthroned ; 
But  soon  He'll  come  in  glory, 

The  hour  is  drawing  nigh, 
For  the  crowning  day  is  coming  by  and  by. 

The  heavens  shall  glow  with  splendor, 

But  brighter  far  than  they 
The  saints  shall  shine  in  glory, 

As  Christ  shall  them  array; 
The  beauty  of  the  Saviour 

Shall  dazzle  every  eye, 
In  the  crowning  day  that's  coming  by  and  by. 

Our  pain  shall  then  be  over, 

We'll  sin  and  sigh  no  more, 
Behind  us  all  of  sorrow, 

And  nought  but  joy  before; 
A  joy  in  our  Redeemer, 

As  we  to  Him  are  nigh, 
In  the  crowning  day  that's  coming  by  and  by 
33 


Let  all  that  look  for,  hasten 

The  coming  joyful  day, 
By  earnest  consecration, 

To  walk  the  narrow  way ; 
By  gathering  in  the  lost  ones, 

For  whom  our  Lord  did  die, 
For  the  crowning  day  that's  coming  by  and 
by. 

Oh,  the  crowning  day  is  coming, 

Is  coming  by  and  by, 
When  our  Lord  shall  come  in  *  'power' ' 

And  "glory"  from  on  high. 
Oh,  the  glorious  sight  will  gladden 

Each  waiting,  watchful  eye, 
In  the  crowning  day  that's  coming  by  and  by. 

Copyright,  1881,  by  Jidh  McGr»m»h»n. 


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Ube  Coming  of  tbe  ftfngfcom 

There's  a  glorious  Kingdom  waiting  in  the  land 
beyond  the  sky, 
Where  the  saints  have  been  gath'ring  year 
by  year ; 
And   the  days    are   swiftly  passing   that   will 
bring  the  Kingdom  nigh, 
For    the  coming   of  the  Kingdom  draweth 
near! 

'Tis    the    hope   of   yonder  Kingdom,  and  the 
glory  there  prepared, 
And  the  looking  for  the  Saviour  to  appear, 
That  delivers  us   from  bondage  to   the  world 
that  once  ensnared, 
For  the    coming  of   the  Kingdom   draweth 
near! 

With  the  coming  of  the  Kingdom  we  shall  see 
our  blessed  Lord, 
For  the  King,  ere  the  Kingdom  must  appear ; 
Hallelujah  to  His  name  who  redeemed  us  by 
His  blood! 
Oh,   the   coming  of   the    Kingdom   draweth 
near! 

35 


Oh,  the  world  is  growing  weary,  it  has  waited 
now  so  long, 
And  the  hearts  of  men  are  failing  them  for 
fear; 
Let  lis  tell  them  of  the  Kingdom,  let  us  cheer 
them  with  the  song, 
That  the  coming  of  the  Kingdom  draweth 
near! 

C*f>yrickt,  lSaS.  by  Jam**  McQrtiahtb. 


36 


Cbrist  Xf\>etb  in  flDe 

As  lives  the  flower  within  the  seed. 

As  in  the  cone  the  tree, 
So,  praise  the  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

His  Spirit  dwelleth  in  me. 

Once  far  from  God  and  dead  in  sin, 
No  light  my  heart  could  see ; 

But  in  God's  word  the  light  I  found, 
Now  44 Christ  liveth  in  me," 

As  rays  of  light  from  yonder  sun 
The  flowers  of  earth  set  free, 

So  life  and  light  and  love  came  forth 
From  " Christ  living  in  me." 

With  longing  all  my  heart  is  filled, 

That  like  Him  I  may  be, 
As  on  the  wondrous  thought  I  dwell, 

That  " Christ  liveth  in  me." 

Copyright,   1601,  by  Juuti  MeGr*n»ba«. 


37 


Stretcb  Jfortb  tbp  1E>an& 

"Stretch  forth  thy  hand,"  thy  palsied  hand, 
Fear  not,  it  is  thy  Lord's  command; 
Seek  not  from  Him  to  hide  thy  sin, 
Confess,  and  ask  to  be  made  clean. 

44 Stretch  forth  thy  hand,"  thy  empty  hand, 
No  gift  of  thine  will  God  commend ; 
The  empty  hand  that  shows  thy  need, 
Of  this  alone  will  He  take  heed. 

4 'Stretch  forth  thy  hand,"  thy  helpless  hand, 
Upheld  by  God,  thy  soul  shall  stand ; 
Fight  not  in  thine  own  strength  the  foe, 
But  trusting  Jesus,  onward  go. 

4  *  Stretch  forth  thy  hand,"  thy  dying  hand, 
When  thou  shalt  come  to  Jordan's  strand; 
Through  all  the  billows  Christ  shall  guide, 
And  bring  thee  safe  to  Canaan's  side. 

44 Stretch  forth  thy  hand,"  on  Christ  believe, 
4 'Stretch  forth  thy  hand,"  the  power  receive; 
He  offers  grace  so  full  and  free, 
4 'Stretch  forth  thy  hand,"  He  speaks  to  thee. 

Copyright,  18*1,  by  June*  MeGra»»h»n. 

38 


Come  on  tbe  XKHiriQS  ot  tbe  flDornina 

Come  on  the  wings  of  the  morning, 
Come  thou  Redeemer  and  King; 

Hail  to  the  day  that  is  dawning, 
Hail  to  the  joy  it  shall  bring. 

Come  on  the  wings  of  the  morning; 

Come  with  Thy  glory  and  grace, 
All  of  Thy  promise  performing, 

Showing  the  light  of  Thy  face. 

Come  on  the  wings  of  the  morning : 
Come  with  a  joyful  surprise : 

Lifting  the  sad  and  the  mourning, 
Wiping  the  tears  from  their  eyes. 

Come  on  the  wings  of  the  morning; 

Come  as  a  king  to  Thy  throne : 
Have  we  not  sounded  Thy  warning? 

Now  let  Thy  glory  be  known. 

Copyright,  1896,  by  J»me4MeGrin»h«n. 


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Comfort  us,  ©  Son  ot  <3o& 

Now  our  hearts  in  sorrow  blending, 
Now  the  tears  of  grief  descending 

Now  the  chastening  rod. 
Earth  has  lost  for  us  a  treasure, 
Heaven  has  gained  an  added  pleasure, 

Comfort  us,  O  Son  of  God. 

O,  that  thus  the  tie  should  sever; 
Must  the  parting  be  forever? 

Is  the  light  all  flown? 
Comfort  us,  O  God,  our  Father, 
Thou  who  didst  this  dear  one  gather, 

Comfort  us,  through  Christ  Thy  Son. 

Safe  with  God  we  leave  our  dearest, 
There  in  light  serene  and  clearest, 

Shall  the  spirit  reign ; 
Still,  in  Christ,  we  live  united, 
And  through  Him  whose  word  is  plighted, 

We  shall  once  more  meet  again. 

(Vn*i  by  permii»io»  efthe  Joh»   Chnreh  Company,  ewn.n  of  the  •opTTifbt.) 


40 


Zbc  Stoq?  of  Sesus  Can  Hev>er  (Brow  ©l& 

They  tell  us  the  story  of  Jesus  is  old, 

And  they  ask  that  we  preach  something  new; 

They  say  that  the  "Babe,"  and  the  "man  of 
the  cross, ' ' 
For  the  wise  of  this  world  will  not  do. 

It  can  never  grow  old !  It  can  never  grow  old ! 

Though  a  million  times  over  the  story  is  told; 
While  sin  lives  unvanquished,  and  death  rules 
the  world, 

The  story  of  Jesus  can  never  grow  old. 

For  what  can  we  tell  to  the  weary  of  heart, 
If  we  preach  not  salvation  from  sin? 

And    how    can    we    comfort    the    souls   that 
depart, 
If  we  tell  not  how  Christ  rose  again? 

Yet  the  story  is  old,  as  the  sunlight  is  old, 
Though  it's  new  every  morn  all  the  same, 

As   it  floods  all  the  world  with    its    gladness 
and  light, 
Kindling  far  away  stars  by  its  flame. 

Copyright,   1900,  by  M»y  Whittle  Moody. 
41 


1Fn  Grace  tbe  1bol£  <5oJ> 

In  grace  the  Holy  God, 

Did  full  salvation  plan, 
Electing  in  His  sovereign  grace, 

To  save  rebellious  man. 

This  grace  of  God  appears, 
In  Jesus  Christ  His  Son; 

He,  lifted  on  the  cross  of  shame, 
The  grace  of  God  makes  known. 

To  all  who  now  believe, 

In  God  through  Christ  revealed, 
By  grace  they  full  salvation  have, 

And  sons  of  God  are  sealed. 

For  victory  over  sin, 

Each  day  new  grace  is  given, 
The  Holy  Spirit  dwells  within, 

By  Jesus  sent  from  Heaven. 

When  Christ  in  glory  comes, 
That  glory  we  shall  share, 

And,  all  the  riches  of  His  grace, 
Will  fully  then  appear. 
42 


jfatber,  Glorify  Ubs  Barne 

44 Father,  glorify  Thy  name:" 
As  of  old  the  Spirit  came, 
We  once  more  the  promise  claim, 
Magnify  Thy  Son. 

44 Father,  glorify  Thy  name:" 
Help  us  as  the  prayer  we  frame, 
In  our  hearts  for  this  to  aim, 
Magnify  Thy  Son. 

4 'Father,  glorify  Thy  name:" 
Give  to  Christ  His  promised  fame, 
Put  His  enemies  to  shame, 
Magnify  Thy  Son. 

44 Father,  glorify  Thy  name:" 
Bless  the  truth  we  now  proclaim, 
Send  the  pentecostal  flame, 
Magnify  Thy  Son. 


43 


Xooft  Hwas  to  Jesus 

Would  you  live  the  life  divine? 
All  God's  promises  made  thine? 
Would  you  for  His  glory  shine? 
Look  away  to  Jesus. 

Never  doubt  God's  love  and  grace, 
Never  doubt  the  Blood  made  peace, 
Take  within  the  veil  your  place, 
Look  away  to  Jesus. 

Count  thyself  as  having  died, — 
With  thy  Saviour  crucified, 
Now  as  pardoned,  justified, 
Look  away  to  Jesus. 

Die  to  self  from  day  to  day, 
Yielding  up  to  God  thy  way, 
Seeking  ever  to  obey, 
Look  away  to  Jesus. 

"Go,  when  Jesus  calls  thee; 
Hasten  when  He  draws  thee; 
Pause  when  He  restrains  thee;" 
Look  away  to  Jesus. 
44 


Xet  Cbrtst  be  Hll  in  Hll 

Come  children  of  the  latter  days, 

Heed  your  Redeemer's  call, 
The  martyr  standard  still  upraise, 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

If  light  from  Christ  has  shone  on  thee, 

That  light  must  others  bless; 
If  Christ  from  sin  has  made  you  free, 

His  name  you  must  confess. 

Christ  is  not  one  mid  many  Lords, 

He  is  the  Lord  alone : 
The  words  He  spake  are  God's  own  words; 

He  sits  upon  God's  throne. 

There  are  not  many  ways  to  Heaven; 

Christ  is  the  only  way : 
One  sacrifice  alone  is  given, 

His  death  on  Calvary. 

From  prison  walls  and  scaffolds  high ; 

From  fields  made  red  by  blood ; 
From  martyr  fires  that  light  the  sky, 

Oh  hear  the  call  of  God ! 

To  keep  the  cross !     For  truth  be  bold : 

Thy  crown  let  no  man  take ; 
On  Christ  as  Son  of  God  keep  hold, 

Die  gladly  for  His  sake. 
45 


©oO  aforbit)  TTbat  H  Sboul&  ©lots 

God  forbid  that  I  should  glory, 

Only  in  the  cross  alone ; 
Where  I  read  in  wondrous  story, 

God,  in  grace  and  love  made  known — 

Here  I  see  the  guilt  of  sinning, 

Here  I  feel  sin's  heavy  load; 
Here  I  find  the  true  beginning, 

Of  repentance  toward  my  God. 

Here  God's  justice  satisfying, 

Christ  the  ransom  price  I  see; 
For  my  sins  God's  Son  is  dying, 

Bearing  here  God's  wrath  for  me. 

Here  upon  my  Saviour  gazing, 
I  by  faith  am  made  God's  child; 

Love  surprising!     Grace  amazing! 
I  to  God  am  reconciled. 

God  forbid  that  I  should  glory 
Or  make  boast  of  aught  beside, 

Save  the  wondrous  heavenly  story, 
Christ  for  me  was  crucified. 
46 


XTbe  Xtgbt  ot  tbe  TKUorlfc 

In  far  flashing  splendor  God's  word  tmto  men, 
Is  shining  from  heaven  to  save  them  from  sin ; 
To   show   them   their  evil,   to  bring  them  to 

grace, 
Revealing  in  Jesus,  God's  wonderful  peace. 

Oh  blessbd  be  God  for  His  wonderful  love ! 
For  Jesus  sent  down  from  the  glory  above; 
In  Him  there  is  light,  it  has  dawned  upon  me, 
As  Christ,  my  Redeemer  and  Saviour  I  see. 

Once  sunken  in  slumber,  I  knew  not  the  day 
Had   dawned   for  my  soul,   and   was   passing 

away; 
I    squandered   in   folly   the    morning's   bright 

hours, 
And  wasted  in  sinning  my  God-given  powers. 

But,  thanks  be  to  God,  for  His  mercy  divine ! 
A  light  from  my  Saviour  around  me  did  shine ; 
I  woke  from  my  slumber,  I  turned  to  the  Lord, 
And  swift  to  my  soul  came  the  light  of  His 
word. 

And  now  I  am  walking  with  Christ  in  the  light, 
The  blood  of  redemption  kept  ever  in  sight; 
God's  Spirit  within  me  to  teach,  and  to  guide 
To  yonder  bright  mansions,  where  I  shall  abide. 
47 


3But  for  a  /IDoment 

44 But  for  a  moment,"  welcome  the  cross; 
After  the  moment,  gainful  the  loss ; 
44 But  for  a  moment,"  sharp  tho'  the  pain, 
After  the  moment,  endless  the  gain. 

44 But  for  a  moment,"  wearied  and  worn; 
After  the  moment,  then  upward  borne ; 
44 But  for  a  moment,"  longing  for  Home, 
After  the  moment,  Jesus  will  come. 

44 But  for  a  moment,"  lonely  and  sad; 
After  the  moment,  joyful  and  glad; 
44 But  for  a  moment,"  shadows  of  night; 
After  the  moment,  then  in  the  light. 

44 But  for  a  moment,"  partings  below; 
After  the  moment,  Jesus  to  know; 
44 But  for  a  moment,"  trials  and  tears; 
After  the  moment,  glory  appears. 


48 


Come  Qutcftl£  %or&  in  (Blorp 

How  brief  is  this  world's  glory 

E'en  like  yon  sunset  sky, 
That,  while  I'm  musing,  like  a  dream 

Has  passed  forever  by. 

This  fading  light  brings  longing, 

For  dawning  of  the  day, 
When  Christ  shall  bring  a  glory 

That  shall  never  pass  away. 

How  many  saints  so  weary, 

Watch  these  swift  clouds  to-night, 

And  hearts  grow  heavy  waiting, 
And  tears  be-dim  their  sight. 

Let  prayer  ascend  to  Heaven : 

44 Lord  Jesus  come  again; 
Come  quickly  in  Thy  glory; 

Come  and  commence  Thy  reign." 


49 


Cboose  $e  tbfs  3)as  Wbom  yc  will  Serve 

The  world  is  one  vast  battlefield, 

And  all  who  here  are  born, 
Must  fight  for  truth,  or  be  its  foe, 

Till  they  from  earth  are  gone. 

We  cannot,  if  we  would,  escape ; 

There  is  no  place  to  hide ; 
The  eye  of  God  is  on  us  all, 

We  each  must  take  our  side. 

Some  fight  for  sin  and  error; 

And  some,  for  Christ  the  Lord; 
The  many,  battle  for  the  wrong; 

The  few,  for  truth  and  God. 

And  some  are  fighting  bravely, 

And  some  by  sin  are  cowed ; 
While  here  and  there  are  knightly  souls, 

That  tower  above  the  crowd. 


5o 


Ubc  tools  Place 

There  is  on  high  a  holy  place, 
Where  God  in  glory  reigns; 

And  where  the  soul  that  sees  His  face, 
Eternal  joy  obtains. 

Our  Lord,  to  yonder  holy  place, 
By  Calvary's  cross  attained : 

His  title  to  the  throne  of  grace, 
By  sacrifice  was  gained. 

Our  right  within  the  holy  place, 

Is  Jesus'  presence  there: 
The  vail  was  rent  for  all  our  race, 

When  He  our  sins  did  bear. 

What  blessings  from  the  holy  place, 

Upon  us  now  descend, 
As  we  the  name  of  Christ  confess, 

And  on  His  blood  depend ! 

Soon  He  will  leave  the  holy  place, 

To  sit  on  David's  throne, 
The  darkness  from  the  earth  to  chase 

And  bring  eternal  morn. 

51 


Cbe  Bame  of  Jesus 

O  Jesus,  Saviour,  name  of  names ! 

The  name  the  Father  giveth, 
And  for  that  name  the  homage  claims, 

Of  every  soul  that  liveth. 

Jesus,  Redeemer  of  our  souls, 
We  worship  and  adore  Thee ; 

From  earth  to  Heaven  the  anthem  rolls, 
From  blood-bought  hosts  before  Thee. 

We  sing  Thy  matchless  grace  and  love, 
That  from  the  Father  brought  Thee, 

Down  from  the  glorious  Home  above, 
To  die  for  those  who  scoffed  Thee. 

We  sing  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
With  all  Thy  work  completed, 

Forever  more,  with  power  to  save, 
Upon  the  throne  now  seated. 


5* 


Spirit  ot  (3o&,  TLby  TIClorh  Begin 

Spirit  of  God,  Thy  work  begin : 

Reveal  to  us  God's  Son : 
Before  His  cross,  convince  of  sin, 

And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

Spirit  of  Life,  Thy  life  impart, 

As  we  by  faith  receive 
The  Son  of  God  into  the  heart, 

And  on  His  name  believe. 

Spirit  of  Truth,  O  make  us  know, 
The  truth  in  Christ  revealed; 

The  fulness  of  the  Godhead  show, 
In  Him  whom  God  hath  sealed. 

Spirit  of  Light,  within  us  shine, 

And  show,  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  glory  of  the  Christ  divine, 

And  riches  of  God's  grace. 

Spirit  of  Love,  O  shed  abroad, 
God's  love  so  full  and  free; 

The  love  that  gave  Immanuel's  blood, 
A  sacrifice  to  be. 

53 


1Fn  TRinolB  flDarcb  tbe  Son  of  <5o& 

In  kingly  march  the  Son  of  God, 

For  judgment  is  descending, 
"Clothed  in  a  vesture  dipped  in  blood," 

With  angel  hosts  attending. 

The  "fulness  of  the  time"  draws  near, 
The  time  of  God's  disposing; 

Men's  hearts  are  "failing  them  for  fear," 
The  day  of  grace  is  closing. 

As  "King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords," 
Christ  to  the  earth  returneth ; 

With  shining  feet  He  walks  the  clouds, 
A  flame  before  Him  burneth. 

Be  silent  all  ye  sons  of  men; 

Hush  for  awhile  your  warring; 
While  yet  ye  may,  repent  of  sin, 

And  look  for  Christ's  appearing. 


54 


XTbe  TKRorD  of  ©o&  is  Given 

The  word  of  God  is  given 

To  all  who  serve  Him  here. 
That  when  the  Lord  from  Heaven 

In  glory  shall  appear, 
We  then  shall  be  delivered 

From  sorrow,  sin  and  pain ; 
And  if  for  Christ  we  suffer, 

With  Him  we  then  shall  reign. 

Once  in  our  sin  we  wandered 

Far,  far  away  from  God, 
And  precious  hours  we  squandered 

Upon  the  downward  road ; 
But  God  in  grace  hath  hath  called  us, 

And  given  us  to  share 
The  purchase  of  our  Saviour, 

A  mansion  bright  and  fair. 

Now  with  this  hope  to  cheer  us, 

And  with  the  Spirit's  seal, 
That  all  our  sins  were  pardoned, 

Through  Him  whose  stripes  did  heal ; 
As  "strangers"  and  as  "pilgrims," 

No  place  on  earth  we  own, 
But  work  and  watch  as  "servants," 

Until  our  Lord  shall  come. 

Copyright,  187J.  by  Jimci  McGr»n»h»n. 

55 


Jfierce  an&  WLilb  tbe  Storm  is  TRzqIwq 

Fierce  and  wild  the  storm  is  raging 

Round  a  helpless  bark 
On  to  doom  'tis  swiftly  driving, 

O'er  the  waters  dark! 

Joy,  O  joy,  behold  the  Saviour, 
Joy,  O  joy,  the  message  hear, 

44 I'll  stand  by  until  the  morning, 
I've  come  to  save  you,  do  not  fear. 

Weary,  helpless,  hopeless  seamen 

Fainting  on  the  deck, 
With  what  joy  they'll  hail  their  savior, 

As  he  hails  the  wreck ! 

On  a  wild  and  stormy  ocean, 

Sinking  'neath  the  wave, 
Souls  that  perish  heed  the  message, 

Christ  has  come  to  save ! 

Daring  death  thy  soul  to  rescue, 

He  in  love  has  come, 
Leave  the  wreck  and  in  Him  trusting, 

Thou  shalt  reach  thy  Home! 

Copyright,  1878,  by  J>bh  MeQr»n»h»n, 

56 


JBeponD  our  Sigbt 

Beyond  our  sight  a  city  four  square  lieth, 

Above  the  clouds,  the  fogs  and  mists  of  earth ; 

And  none  but  souls  that  Jesus  purifieth, 
Can  see  its  walls  or  hear  its  holy  mirth. 

Beyond  our  sight,  beyond  our  night, 
Beyond  this  world's  sad  story; 

That  city  bright,  it  stands  in  light, 
The  Home  of  all  the  holy. 

Secure  and  strong,  this  Heavenly  city,  builded 
By  Christ  the  Lamb,  for  all  the  blood-wash'd 
throng, 
Gleams   fair   and    bright,    with    golden   glory 
gilded, 
Forever  thrilling  with  triumphant  song. 

There,  on  the  throne,  the  Lamb  once  slain  is 
seated; 
The  Shepherd's  joy  upon  His  holy  face; 
While  countless  hosts,  their  warfare  all  com- 
pleted, 
In    circling   bands,    lift    ceaseless    songs   of 
praise. 

57 


O!    sorrowing  souls,  beneath  earth's  burdens 
bending, 
Lift  up  your  eyes  to  yonder  City  fair ; 
And    through    your  tears  let    praise    be    still 
ascending, 
For  rest  and  Home,  and  loved  ones  waiting 
There. 


Cop) right,  1893.  by  Biglowfc  Main. 


58 


Spirit  50  Tholes 

Spirit  so  holy,  Spirit  of  Love, 
Spirit  of  Jesus,  sent  from  above; 
Priceless  possession,  purchase  of  blood, 
Good  beyond  measure,  gift  of  our  Lord. 

Spirit  of  Wisdom,  Spirit  of  Light, 
Spirit  of  knowledge  showing  the  right ; 
Guide  us  and  teach  us  fully  to  know, 
All  that  in  Jesus,  God  would  bestow. 

Spirit  so  humble,  Spirit  so  meek, 
Spirit  so  gentle,  helping  the  weak; 
Work  in  and  through  us,  make  us  to  be 
Lowly  and  loving,  yielding  to  Thee. 

Spirit  so  spotless,  Spirit  so  white, 
Spirit  so  pure,  so  truthful  and  right, 
O  let  Thy  presence  in  us  be  seen, 
Mold  us  and  make  us  holy  and  clean. 

Spirit  of  power,  Spirit  of  God ; 
Spirit  of  burning,  work  thro*  Thy  word ; 
Search  us  and  sift  us,  spare  not  the  dross, 
Show  us  that  self-life  ends  at  the  cross. 

Copyright.  1896,  br  Biglow  6t  Main. 

59 


Cbrfst  Tbatb  IRefceemet)  IBs 

"Christ   hath    redeemed   us;"    sing   the   glad 
word, 

Mercy's  sweet  message  be  telling, 
How,  through  the  ransom  made  by  His  blood, 

Christ  now  within  us  is  dwelling. 

"Christ    hath    redeemed   us;"    praise   to   His 
name! 

Praise  Him,  ye  angels  in  glory; 
4  *  Christ  hath  redeemed  us, ' '  bearing  our  shame ; 

Tell  out  the  wonderful  story. 

"Christ  hath  redeemed  us,"  making  us  free, 
Free  from  the  sins  that  enslaved  us; 

Never  in  bondage  more  can  we  be, 
Trusting  in  Him  who  hath  saved  us. 

44 Christ  hath  redeemed  us;"  we  are  His  own, 
Purchased  by  blood;  He  will  hold  us; 

Nor  will  He  ever  leave  us  alone, 
Safely  His  arms  shall  enfold  us. 

44 Christ   hath   redeemed    us;"    soon  with    the 
throng 

Gathered  in  glory  well  meet  Him; 
O  with  what  joy  we'll  join  in  the  song, 

When  face  to  face  we  shall  greet  Him. 

Copyright,  1896,  by  Biglow  tt  Main. 

6o 


TKIle  can  &o  it  if  we  TRIlill 

Brothers  by  the  Spirit  banded 
O'er  the  earth  of  Christ  to  tell, 

By  the  Son  of  God  commanded, 
14 We  can  do  it  if  we  will." 

'Round  the  world  the  lost  are  pleading, 
For  the  light  from  Zion's  hill, 

We  can  give  what  they  are  needing — 
"We  can  do  it  if  we  will." 

By  the  grace  of  God  that  sought  us, — 

By  the  Spirit  here  to  dwell, 
By  the  precious  blood  that  bought  us, — 

44  We  can  do  it  if  we  will." 

All  to  Christ  for  service  giving, 
Self  denied,  that  He  may  fill; 

In  the  Holy  Spirit  living, 
44  We  can  do  it  if  we  will." 

Cayrrig ht,  1896.  tr  M »7  WhiuU  Moody, 


6l 


/IDarcbinQ  ©n 

There's  a  royal  banner  given  for  display 

To  the  soldiers  of  the  King ; 
As  an  ensign  fair  we  lift  it  up  to-day, 

While  as  ransomed  ones  we  sing. 

Though  the  foe  may  rage  and  gather  as  the 
flood, 

Let  the  standard  be  displayed ; 
And  beneath  its  folds,  as  soldiers  of  the  Lord, 

For  the  truth  be  not  dismayed! 

Over  land  and  sea,  wherever  man  may  dwell, 
Make  the  glorious  tidings  known ; 

Of  the  crimson  banner  now  the  story  tell, 
While  the  Lord  shall  claim  His  own! 

When    the    glory    dawns — 'tis    drawing    very 
near — 

It  is  hastening  day  by  day — 
Then  before  our  King  the  foe  shall  disappear, 

And  the  Cross  the  world  shall  sway. 

Copyright.   1884.  by  Jtrnm  McQruukhaa. 


62 


<3o&  JBless  lt>ou! 

"God  bless  you!"  from  the  heart  we  sing, 
God  give  to  every  one  His  grace ; 

Till  He  on  high  His  ransomed  bring 
To  dwell  with  Him  in  endless  peace. 

44 God  bless  you,"  on  your  pilgrim  way, 
Through  storm  and  sunshine  guiding  still ; 

His  presence  guard  you  day  by  day, 
And  keep  you  safe  from  every  ill. 

44 God  bless  you,"  in  this  world  of  strife, 
When  oft  the  soul  would  Homeward  fly, 

And  give  the  sweetness  to  your  life, 
Of  waiting  for  the  rest  on  high. 

44  God  bless  you, M  and  the  patience  give 
To  walk  through  life  by  Jesus'  side; 

For  Him  to  bear,  for  Him  to  live, 
And  then  with  Him  be  glorified. 

44 God  bless  us  all,"  and  give  us  rest 

When  Christ  shall  come  and  glory  dawn ; 

Our  sun  is  swinging  toward  the  west, 
Life's  little  day  will  soon  be  gone. 

Copjngkt.  1*1.  by  J»m«.  Mc(Jr»n»h»n. 

63 


Stttina  bs  tbe  Gateway 

Sitting  by  the  gateway  of  a  palace  fair, 
Once  a  child  of  God  was  left  to  die ; 

By  the  world  neglected,  wealth  would  nothing 
share ; 
See  the  change  awaiting  There  on  high. 

Carried  by  the  angels  to  the  land  of  rest 
Music  sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies ; 

Welcomed   by   the    Saviour  to   the    Heavenly 
feast, 
Gathered  with  the  loved  in  Paradise. 

What  shall  be  the  ending  of  this  life  of  care? 

Oft  the  question  cometh  to  us  all ; 
Here  upon  the  pathway  hard  the  burdens  bear, 

And  the  burning  tears  of  sorrow  fall. 

Follower  of  Jesus,  scanty  though  thy  store, 
Treasures,  precious  treasures  wait  on  high ; 

Count  the  trials  joyful,  soon  they'll  all  be  o'er; 
O  the  change  that's  coming  by  and  by. 

Upward,  then,   and  onward!    onward  for   the 
Lord; 
Time  and  talent  all  in  His  employ ; 
Small  may  seem  the  service,   sure  the  great 
reward ; 
Here  the  cross,  but  There  the  crown  of  joy. 

Copyright..   18S7,  by  J»m»a  McGr»u»h»n. 

64 


WLby  not  Bow? 

While  we  pray,  and  while  we  plead, 
While  you  see  your  soul's  deep  need, 
While  your  Father  calls  you  Home, 
Will  you  not,  my  brother,  come? 

You  have  wandered  far  away ; 
Do  not  risk  another  day ; 
Do  not  turn  from  God  your  face, 
But,  to-day,  accept  His  grace. 

In  the  world  you've  failed  to  find 
Aught  of  peace  for  troubled  mind; 
Come  to  Christ,  on  Him  believe, 
Peace  and  joy  you  shall  receive. 

Come  to  Christ,  confession  make ; 
Come  to  Christ  and  pardon  take ; 
Trust  in  Him  from  day  to  day, 
He  will  keep  you  all  the  way. 

Copyright,   IdOl,  by  J»u»»t  UcUr»t»h»». 


65 


ZTbere  is  a  Cits  Brigbt 

There  is  a  city  bright  with  streets  of  purest 
gold, 

With  jewels  on  its  walls,  hung  rare  and  mani- 
fold; 

Its  maker  is  our  God,  who,  in  His  love  for  men, 

Has  builded  for  our  souls  this  city  free  from 
sin. 

And  oh !  we  do  desire,  that  city  made  of  God ! 
That  country  better  far,   than  here  on  earth 

we've  trod; 
That  land  of  life  and  love,  where  death  can 

never  come, 
The    land    where    Jesus    reigns,    the    saints' 

Eternal  Home. 

Forth  from  that  land  of  light  God  sent  His  only 
Son, 

To  come  to  earth  and  die  for  sins  that  we  have 
done; 

And  now  by  faith  in  Him  we  have  our  sins  for- 
given ; 

And  by  the  grace  of  God  in  Christ  are  heirs  of 
Heaven. 

No  language  can  disclose  the  joy  that  it  will  be 
To  dwell  in  glory  There,  from  sin  forever  free  ; 
To  gaze  with  hearts  of  love  on  our  Redeemer's 

face, 
And  on  His  brow  and  hands  His  love  for  us  to 

trace. 

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©  precious  1bea\>enlp  Tftnowle&oe 

O  precious  heavenly  knowledge, 

Surpassing  earthly  lore ; 
The  love  of  God  in  Jesus, 

In  all  its  boundless  store. 

By  God's  own  Word  this  knowledge 

To  us  has  been  revealed ; 
The  written  word  declares  it, 

Through  Him  Whom  God  hath  sealed. 

By  faith  we  have  received  it, 

This  love  of  God  to  men ; 
At  Calv'ry  we  believed  it, 

When  He  forgave  our  sin. 

The  Spirit  in  us  dwelling, 

Bears  witness  from  above ; 
The  gracious  message  telling, 

That  God  in  Christ  is  love. 

Coforicfct.  1*5,  b7  Ki<ew  *  Mun. 


67 


Crowns  for  tbe  Gbrtstfan 

Crowns,  crowns  for  the  Christian,  crowns  laid 

up  on  high, 
Kept  there  till  the  Saviour  comes  down  from 

the  sky; 
O  triumph  and  rapture,  each  saved  one  may 

share, 
If  waiting  for  Jesus  when  He  shall  appear. 

Scarred,  wounded,  if  need  be,   while  bearing 

the  cross, 
Still  follow  the  Master,  not  counting  the  loss ; 
He  came  from  the  glory,  His  life  to  lay  down, 
That  we,  His  redeemed  ones,  might  share  in 

His  crown. 

Sore  pressed  in  the  battle,  and  often  cast  down, 
Yet   onward   we   struggle,   with   eyes   on   the 

crown ; 
On,  following  Jesus,  on,  bearing  the  pain, 
With  Him  gladly  suffer,  if  with  Him  we  reign. 

(Dt.dby  p.rmiuionof  the  John  Church  Company,  ewn«rt  of  th»  •opyrifht.) 


68 


WLben  Signs  in  Tbcavcn  Hboun&ina 

When  signs  in  heaven  abounding, 
When  sea  and  surge  resounding, 
When  earth  in  terror  rending, 
Proclaim  the  age  is  ending, 
O  may  I  then,  redeemed  and  blest, 
Stand  clothed  in  Jesus'  righteousness! 

When  upturned  faces  paling, 

When  awful  voices  wailing, 

When  man  in  horror  falling, 

Shall  on  his  Judge  be  calling, 

O  may  I  then,  redeemed  and  blest, 

Stand  clothed  in  Jesus'  righteousness! 

When  God  in  wrath  shall  waken, 
When  Heaven  and  earth  are  shaken, 
When  stars  in  darkness  ending, 
Are  through  the  air  descending, 
O  may  I  then,  redeemed  and  blest, 
Stand  clothed  in  Jesus's  righteousness! 

(C**d  bj  pcrminion  of  th»  John  Church  Compioj,  ownoraof  tho  copyright.) 


69 


Cbrist  is  HII 

Bowing  down  with  grief  and  sorrow, 
Conscious  of  our  guilt  and  sin, 

Hear  the  Spirit  gently  whisper, 
"Christ  is  all,"  oh,  trust  in  Him. 

Christ  is  all,  oh,  tell  the  story ; 

Christ  is  all,  repeat  the  song; 
All  the  kingdom,  power  and  glory, 

To  our  risen  Lord  belong. 

Is  it  pardon  and  forgiveness, 
Stains  of  guilt  all  washed  away? 

To  the  cross  the  Spirit  leads  us, 
"Christ  is  all,"  we  hear  Him  say. 

Is  it  power  for  inward  cleansing, 

Victory  over  sin  to  gain? 
Jesus'  blood  gives  strength  and  healing, 

"Christ  is  all,"  breaks  every  chain. 

Would  we  know  how  God  the  Father, 
Looks  upon  us  from  the  throne? 

See  the  Saviour  there  beside  Him, 
"Christ  is  all,"  in  Him  we're  known. 

(Ui.d  bj  p.nnimon  of  the  John  Church  Compftoj,  owner,  of  the  eopjrijht.) 

70 


An  Jesus'  jface 

The  living  God,  Who  by  His  might 

Spake  but  the  word  and  there  was  light, 

Hath  promised  now  to  show  His  grace 
To  sinful  men,  in  Jesus'  face. 

This  mighty  Christ,  so  strong  and  true, 
Has  come  from  God,  His  work  to  do  ; 

He  comes  with  power  the  soul  to  save, 
To  give  the  victory  o'er  the  grave. 

In  Jesus'  face  our  God  we  know, 
And  trust  in  Him  to  bear  us  through ; 

He  will  not  leave  us  to  defeat, 
But  make  our  victory  complete. 

When  darkness  gives  the  soul  distress, 
When  sorrows  on  our  pathway  press, 

One  look  at  Him  will  clouds  displace, 
While  comfort  beams  from  Jesus'  face. 


C.pxright.  1891.  b7  Jama*  MeOr».»h«n. 


71 


fl>reacb  tbe  (Bospel 

Preach  the  gospel,  sound  it  forth, 
Tell  of  free  and  full  salvation ; 

Spread  the  tidings  o'er  the  earth, 
Go  to  every  tribe  and  nation. 

Preach  the  gospel  full  of  joy, 

While  on  grace  and  mercy  dwelling ; 

Heart  and  soul  in  full  employ, 
As  the  story  you  are  telling. 

Preach  the  gospel  full  of  love, 

Christ's  compassion  fully  knowing; 

Seek  the  power  from  above, 

While  His  great  compassion  showing. 

Preach  the  gospel  as  if  God 

Sinners  lost,  through  you  were  seeking: 
His  salvation  through  the  word, 

Speak  as  if  the  Lord  were  speaking. 

Copyright,   1891,  by  Jamea  McGr&nahm. 


72 


HII  me  lifte  Sbeep 

When  my  heart  with  sin  was  burdened, 
And  I  wandered  far  from  God, 

What  a  light  shone  in  my  darkness, 
By  the  entrance  of  His  word. 

How  could  I  so  vile  and  sinful, 
To  a  Holy  God  be  brought? 

Jesus,  here  revealed  as  Saviour, 
Gave  the  answer  I  had  sought. 

Now  my  heart  is  free  from  burden, 
Now  I  love  and  praise  the  Lord ; 

And  rejoice  to  do  His  bidding, 
Saved,  by  trusting  in  His  word. 

Ceprrifkt,  188-1,  bj  Jtme*  McGr.n.h... 


73 


3cs\x5  of  1Ra3aretb 

"Jesus  of  Nazareth!"     O  what  a  name! 
Let  us  rejoice  and  His  glory  proclaim; 
Saviour  and  Keeper,  forever  the  same, 
Shepherd,  Redeemer,  and  Lord. 

Jesus  of  Nazareth !  truly  a  man, 
Low  in  a  cradle  His  life  He  began, 
Lived  before  God,  both  in  pattern  and  plan, 
Righteous,  obedient  One. 

Jesus  of  Nazareth !  nailed  to  the  tree, 
Dying,  that  we  by  His  death  might  be  free, 
Bearing  the  curse  all  for  you  and  for  me, 
Dying  a  ransom  for  all. 

Jesus  of  Nazareth !  raised  from  the  dead, 
Spotless  and  holy,  and  still  in  our  stead, 
Made  for  us  ever  our  glorified  Head, 
Raised  from  the  dead  for  us  all. 

Jesus  of  Nazareth !  seated  on  high, 
Sending  the  Spirit  of  grace  to  apply 
Life  through  the  word  unto  men  far  and  nigh, 
Off 'ring  salvation  to  all. 

Jesus  of  Nazareth !  earth's  coming  King, 
Peace   to   the   warring   world    soon    He   shall 

bring, 
Nations  of  saved  ones  His  praises  shall  sing ; 
All  shall  bow  down  at  His  name. 

Copyright,  1891,  )>r  J>m«  M»Gr»n»h»n. 

74 


©ur  fllMgbt£  jfortress 

Within   our    mighty    Fortress,    redeemed    and 

saved  we  sing, 
The  praise  of  Christ  the  Saviour,  Immanuel  our 

King: 
His  love  has  stood  for  ages,  aye,  from  eternity, 
A  Fortress  and  a  refuge,  where  helpless  ones 

might  flee. 

Refrain — O  strong  and  mighty  Fortress,  God's 
changeless  love  and  grace, 
Firm  as  the  hills  eternal,  is  this  our 
resting  place. 

Though   storms   may   rage    around    thee,    the 

waves  break  on  thy  shore, 
Yet  none  who  seek  thy  shelter  shall  feel  their 

fury  more. 
Thy  battlements  uplifted  have  stood  from  age 

to  age, 
With  welcome  for  the  sinner,  with  scorn  for 

Satan's  rage. 

When  marching  o'er  the  desert,  a  fainting, 
toiling  band. 

How  grateful  then  thy  shadow,  Rock  in  a 
weary  land ; 

Here  found  we  sweet  refreshment  from  foun- 
tains flowing  pure, 

Here  found  we  peace  and  safety,  from  every 
foe  secure. 

(Um4  bj  pcnsiiaion  of  th«  John  Church  Company,  owner*  of  th«  copyright.  ) 

75 


©  Glorious  /IDorning 

O  glorious  morning  when  Jesus  awoke, 
When  death's  dark  dominion  He  broke, 
When  vict'ry  He  gained  over  Satan  and  hell, 
And  angels,  rejoicing,  His  triumph  did  tell. 

O  glorious  morning,  when  Jesus  arose, 

And  sent  the  glad  message  that  conquers  our 

foes! 
O  tidings  so  blessed,  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Now  liveth  forever  in  glory  to  reign. 

O  glad,  joyful  morn,  the  sunbeams  burst  forth, 
From  Christ's  empty  tomb  to  give  light  to  the 

earth ; 
A  dawning  of  day  that  shall  ne'er  know  a  night, 
For  Christ  has  arisen,  the  Life  and  the  Light. 

With  wings  of  the  light,  o'er  the  land,  o'er  the 

wave, 
Go  tell  the  glad  tidings,  He  liveth  to  save, 
Till,  sweeter  and  louder,  the  earth  takes  the 

strain, 
And  millions  of  voices  sing  forth  the  refrain. 

(Used  by  permission  of  the  John  Church  Company,  owners  of  the  copyright.) 

76 


Uwo  (Bates,  TZvoo  TKttass 

Two  gates,  two  ways,  two  paths  for  all, 

And  all  therein  must  go; 
Each  soul  on  earth  is  making  choice 

Of  life,  or  endless  woe. 

An  open  gate,  a  broadened  way, 

An  easy,  flowery  path ; 
And  souls  unwary  throng  therein, 

But  oh !  it  ends  in  wrath. 

A  straightened  gate,  a  narrow  way, 
A  path  the  saints  have  trod ; 

A  light  to  guide  by  night  and  day, 
And  oh !  it  leads  to  God. 


(Ufod  by  pwmiMioii  of  th*  Joha  Church  Company,  own«n  of  th«  •opjTijfet. ) 


77 


Xooft  to  Jesus 

When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 

And  thy  tears  thou  wouldst  restrain, 

Think  of  Christ  the  Lord  of  all, 
Look  to  Jestis  in  thy  pain. 

If  convicted  of  thy  sin, 

And  its  pardon  thou  wouldst  have, 
None  but  Christ  can  make  thee  clean; 

Look  to  Jesus,  He  can  save. 

Whatso'er  thy  lot  in  life, 
Whatso'er  may  thee  befall, 

Be  it  peace  or  be  it  strife, 
Look  to  Jesus  through  it  all. 

(Ui  .4  by  p»rmie»ion  of  .the  Jobs  Church  Company,  .wn.r,  of  tb»  •opjrifht. ) 


78 


ffull  assurance 

Drawing  near  with  full  assurance; 

Ah,  my  soul,  how  can  it  be? 
How  canst  thou,  condemned  and  sinful, 

Think  of  God  as  near  to  thee? 

He  is  faithful  that  has  promised; 

Here  my  soul  has  found  its  rest ; 
And  by  fully  trusting  Jesus, 

With  assurance  I  am  blest. 

So  I  come,  my  sins  confessing, 
Boldly  come,  without  a  fear; 

All  my  right  in  Christ  possessing, 
To  the  Father  " drawing  near." 

Copyright.  1809,  by  Th.  Biglow  &  Main  Co. 


79 


jfirmls  Stanfc* 

Firmly  stand,  ye  ransomed  band ; 
See  the  earth  by  fire  is  fanned, 

God  the  wheat  is  sifting : 
Humbly  praying,  faithful  band, 
Sword  of  truth  within  thy  hand, 

Jesus  Christ  uplifting. 

Watchful  stand,  ye  ransomed  band ; 
Enemies  spread  o'er  the  land, 

God  and  truth  defying. 
Count  no  foe  of  God  thy  friend, 
Every  word  of  God  defend, 

Jesus  ne'er  denying. 

Hopeful  stand,  ye  ransomed  band, 
Lo,  the  King  is  near  at  hand, 

Day  of  God  is  nearing ; 
Oh,  the  rapture  of  that  morn ! 
All  of  night  forever  gone, 

Jesus  then  appearing. 

(U«ed  by  permission  of  the  John  Church  Company,  owners  of  the  copyright.) 


80 


TKUbo  TKHW  Go  ffortb? 

Over  fields  that  are  white  for  the  harvest — 
That  are  waving  with  ripe  golden  grain, 

Hear  the  Lord  of  the  harvest  entreating — 
He  is  calling  for  reapers  again. 

Sowing  time,  He  has  said,  now  is  over, 
Both  the  Spring  and  the  Summer  are  past, 

And  the  Lord,  forth  is  sending  the  reapers, 
So  that  none  of  His  sowing  be  lost. 

O  the  bright  golden  days  of  the  harvest, 
Soon  will  end  to  return  nevermore, 

Soon  the  night  o'er  the  earth  will  have  fallen, 
And  all  work  for  the  reapers  be  o'er. 

Then  the  Sower  and  Reaper  together 

Shall  rejoice  o'er  the  souls  they  have  won; 

They  shall  each  from  the  lips  of  the  Master 
Hear  the  final  glad  welcome,  "Well  done." 

O  who  to  the  Lord  will  make 
answer, 

"Here  am  I,  here  am  I,  send  me," 
O  who  will  go  forth  to  the  harvest, 

For  the  Master  a  reaper  to  be? 

Copnifht.  law.  by  Jtio*  McUrao.o.o. 

81 


Believe 

I    believed    in    God's   wonderful    mercy   and 

grace, 
Believed  in  the  smile  of  His  reconciled  face, 
Believed  in  His  message  of  pardon  and  peace ; 
I  believed,  and  I  keep  on  believing. 

Believe !  and  the  feeling  may  come  or  may  go, 
Believe  in  the  word,  that  was  written  to  show 
That  all  who  believe  their  salvation  may  know; 
Believe,  and  keep  right  on  believing. 

I  believed  in  the  word  of  my  crucified  Lord, 
Believed   in    redemption    alone   through    His 

blood, 
Believed  in  my  Saviour  by  trusting  His  word : 
I  believed,  and  I  keep  on  believing. 

I  believed  in  the  heart  that  was  opened  for  me, 
Believed  in  the  love  flowing  blessed  and  free, 
Believed  that  my  sins  were  all  nailed  to  the  tree ; 
I  believed,  and  I  keep  on  believing. 

I  believed  in  Himself,  as  the  true  Living  One, 
Believed    in    His    presence    on    high   on   the 

throne, 
Believed  in  His  coming  in  glory  full  soon; 
I  believed,  and  I  keep  on  believing. 


Copyright,  1837,  by  J»mu  Mc(lr»o«h»o. 

82 


/H>2  Saviour  TTells  /IDe  So 

How  do  I  know  my  sins  forgiven? 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so! 
That  now  I  am  an  heir  of  Heaven? 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so! 

Away  with  doubt,  away  with  fear, 
When  this  by  faith  I  know ; 

God's  word  shall  stand  for  evermore: 
My  Saviour  tells  me  so. 

Believe  and  thou  shalt  surely  live: 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so ! 
The  Spirit's  witness  God  will  give: 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so. 

Though  rough  the  way,  I  shall  endure ; 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so ! 
His  sheep  are  ever  kept'  secure : 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so. 

How  do  I  know  I'll  live  again? 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so! 
With  Christ  in  glory  I  shall  reign, 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so. 

Copyright,  1891.    by  Juan  UeGr»r»»h»n. 

83 


IRe&emption  ©rounfc 

Come,  sing,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  hath  redeemed  thee  by  His  blood ; 
Delivered  thee  from  chains  that  bound, 
And  bro't  thee  to  redemption  ground. 

Once  from  my  God  I  wandered  far, 
And  with  His  holy  will  made  war; 
But  now  my  songs  to  God  abound ; 
I'm  standing  on  redemption  ground. 

0  joyous  hour  when  God  to  me 
A  vision  gave  of  Calvary ; 

My  bonds  were  loosed,  my  soul  unbound ; 

1  sang  upon  redemption  ground. 

No  works  of  merit  now  I  plead, 
But  Jesus  take  for  all  my  need; 
No  righteousness  in  me  is  found, 
Except  upon  redemption  ground. 

Come,  weary  soul,  and  here  find  rest; 
Accept  redemption,  and  be  blest; 
The  Christ  who  died  by  God  is  crowned 
To  pardon  on  redemption  ground. 

Copyright,  1S79,  by  Jamas  McGronah.au. 

84 


3esus  is  Comina 

Jesus  is  coming!  sing  the  glad  word! 
Coming  for  those  He  redeemed  by  His  blood; 
Coming  to  reign  as  the  glorified  Lord ! 
Jesus  is  coming  again ! 

Jesus  is  coming!  the  dead  shall  arise, 
Loved  ones  shall  meet  in  a  joyful  surprise, 
Caught  up  together  to  Him  in  the  skies. 
Jesus  is  coming  again! 

Jesus  is  coming!  His  saints  to  release: 
Coming  to  give  to  the  warring  earth  peace ; 
Sinning  and  sighing,  and  sorrow,  shall  cease, 
Jesus  is  coming  again! 

Jesus  is  coming!  the  promise  is  true; 
Who  are  the  chosen,  the  faithful,  the  few, 
Waiting  and  watching,  prepared  for  review? 
Jesus  is  coming  again! 

Copyright,  ItJfeO,  by  Jam**  MeQrtnthaa. 


85 


Sav>e&  to  Serve 

Going  forth  at  Chrises  command, 
Going  forth  to  every  land ; 
Full  salvation  making  known, 
Thro*  the  blood  of  God's  dear  Son. 

Serving  God  through  all  our  days, 
Toiling  not  for  purse  or  praise ; 
But  to  magnify  His  name, 
While  the  gospel  we  proclaim. 

Seeking  only  souls  to  win, 
From  the  deadly  power  of  sin ; 
We  would  guide  their  steps  aright, 
Out  of  darkness  into  light. 

4  *  Saved  to  serve !"  the  watchword  ring, 
4  *  Saved  to  serve,' '  our  glorious  King; 
Tell  the  story  o'er  and  o'er, 
44  Saved  to  serve"  forever  more. 

Copyright,  1895,  by  Jame»  McGf»n»h*n. 


36 


Xet  me  2)ie  iifce  a  Christian 

Note. — This  hymn  was  suggested  by  the  dying  words 
of  Mrs.  Van  Deusen,  of  Sprout  Brook,  N.  Y.,  who  was 
burned  to  death  in  a  wreck  on  the  Michigan  Central  R. 
R.,  at  Battle  Creek,  October  1893.  When  it  was  found 
that  she  could  not  be  removed  from  the  burning  timbers 
that  held  her  fast  in  the  car,  she  said  to  those  about  her, 
44  I'm  not  afraid  to  die.  Tell  them  all,  I  can  die  like  a 
Christian." 

Let  the  message  go  forth, 

Send  it  over  the  earth, 

Sounding  clearly  and  sweetly, 

Proclaiming  the  worth 

Of  a  faith  that  can  say, 

Meeting  death  on  the  way, 

44  Tell  them  all,  I  can  die  like  a  Christian. " 

Unto  Him  who  destroyed, 

All  the  sting  death  employed 

Making  fully  and  justly 

The  death  sentence  void; 

Let  us  come  while  we  may 

That  in  death  we  can  say, 

44  Tell  them  all,  I  can  die  like  a  Christian. " 

If  we  trust  in  His  blood, 
•    If  we  own  Him  as  Lord, 
Resurrection  and  glory 
Shall  come  thro*  His  word; 
And  in  death  we  may  sing 
By  the  grace  of  Death's  King, 
44  Tell  them  all,  I  can  die  like  a  Christian/ ' 

Coprright.    H3\   bj   JimM  MeOr»»»h»n. 

87 


meitber  &o  11  Con&emn  Ubee 

"Neither  do  I  condemn  thee," — 
O  words  of  wondrous  grace ; 

Thy  sins  were  borne  upon  the  cross, 
Believe,  and  go  in  peace. 

"Neither  do  I  condemn  thee," 

0  sing  it  o'er  and  o'er; 
"Neither  do  I  condemn  thee, 

Go,  and  sin  no  more." 

"Neither  do  I  condemn  thee," — 
For  there  is  therefore  now 

No  condemnation  for  thee, 
As  at  the  cross  you  bow. 

"Neither  do  I  condemn  thee," — 

1  came  not  to  condemn ; 

I  came  from  God  to  save  thee, 
And  turn  thee  from  thy  sin. 

"Neither  do  I  condemn  thee," — 
O  praise  the  God  of  grace ; 

O  praise  His  Son  our  Saviour. 
For  this  His  word  of  peace. 

Copyright,  1835,  by  James  MeGr»n»han. 

88 


Ube  Sons  of  <5o& 

Sons  of  God,  beloved  in  Jesus ! 

O  the  wondrous  word  of  grace ; 
In  His  Son  the  Father  sees  us, 

And  as  sons  He  gives  us  place. 

Blessed  hope  now  brightly  beaming, 
On  our  God  we  soon  shall  gaze; 

And  in  light  celestial  gleaming, 
We  shall  see  our  Saviour's  face. 

By  the  power  of  grace  transforming, 
We  shall  then  His  image  bear; 

Christ  His  promised  word  performing, 
We  shall  then  His  glory  share. 

Copyright,  1883,  by  Jtaa  MoOr»n«h»n. 


89 


OoiriQ  1bome 

Our  way  is  often  rugged 

While  here  on  earth  we  roam, 

And  thorns  are  in  the  pathway: 
But  we  are  going  Home. 

To  Marah's  bitter  waters 

We  oft  have  murm'ring  come, 

But  God  the  cup  has  sweetened; 
And  so  we're  going  Home. 

When  of  the  desert  weary, 
Our  God  His  grace  has  shown, 

By  resting  us  at  Elim, 
With  sweet  foretastes  of  Home. 

With  hunger  often  fainting, 

We've  made  complaining  moan, 

But  fed  by  heavenly  manna 
We  still  are  going  Home. 

Some  stand  to-day  on  Nebo, 
The  journey  nearly  done, 

And  some  are  in  the  valley, 
But  all  are  going  Home. 

Copyright,  1881,  by  James  McGr»n»h»n. 

90 


Satisfied 

Soul  of  mine,  in  earthly  temple, 
Why  not  here  content  abide? 

Why  are  thou  forever  pleading? 
Why  art  thou  not  satisfied? 

Soul  of  mine,  my  heart  is  clinging 
To  the  earth's  fair  pomp  and  pride; 

Ah,  why  dost  thou  thus  reprove  me? 
Why  are  thou  not  satisfied? 

Soul  of  mine,  must  I  surrender, 

See  myself  as  crucified ; 
Turn  from  all  of  earth's  ambition, 

That  thou  may  est  be  satisfied? 

Soul  of  mine,  continue  pleading; 

Sin  rebuke,  and  folly  chide : 
I  accept  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

That  thou  mayest  be  satisfied. 

Copjrif  hi,   1679.  bj  Jimu  McOrmnahaa. 


91 


Bot  /n>£  ©wn 

"Not  my  own!  "  but  saved  by  Jesus, 
Who  redeemed  me  by  His  blood, 

Gladly  I  accept  the  message, 
I  belong  to  Christ  the  Lord. 

"Not  my  own!"  to  Christ,  my  Saviour, 

I,  believing,  trust  my  soul; 
Ev'rything  to  Him  committed, 

While  eternal  ages  roll. 

44 Not  my  own!"  my  time,  my  talent, 

Freely  all  to  Christ  I  bring, 
To  be  used  in  joyful  service 

For  the  glory  of  my  King. 

44 Not  my  own!"  the  Lord  accepts  me, 
One  among  the  ransomed  throng, 

Who  in  Heav'n  shall  see  His  glory, 
And  to  Jesus  Christ  belong. 


Copyright,  1878,  by  James  McGranahan. 


92 


Sa&l£  from  tbc  jfielD  of  Conflict 

Sadly    from    the    field  of   conflict,   where   the 

wounded  and  the  slain 
Lay  with  pale   and  upturned  faces,   some  in 

peace  and  some  in  pain ; 
Slow  we  bore  a  dying  soldier,  who  had  fallen 

in  the  fight, 
And  to  us  he  faintly  whispered,   "Comrades, 

let  me  sleep  to-night." 

On  the  ground  we  softly  laid  him,  thinking,"he 
no  more  will  wake, ' ' 

When,  with  eyelids  widely  open,  pointing  up- 
ward, thus  he  spake : 

"Comrades,  listen!  don't  you  hear  it,  hear  the 
roll  call  There  on  high? 

Hark!  my  name  the  Saviour's  calling, — Jesus, 
Captain,  here  am  I." 

O  from  many  a  field  of  battle,  earnest  prayer 

has  gone  to  God, 
From  the  lips  of  dying  soldiers,  as  their  life 

blood  drenched  the  sod; 
And  to  many  came  the  message,    "Son,   thy 

sins  are  all  forgiven,' ' 
And  their  souls  with  joy  responded  when  the 

roll  was  called  in  Heaven. 

(U«.J  k?  v-.noiMion  of  to.  Joh»  CkmreK  Company,  ewnsn  •ftt.  •oprrifht.) 

93 


H  Xfttle  WLbilc 

44 A  little  while!"  and  He  shall  come; 

The  hour  draws  on  apace, 
The  blessed  hour,  the  glorious  morn, 

When  we  shall  see  His  face: 
How  light  our  trials  then  will  seem ! 

How  short  our  pilgrim  way! 
Our  life  on  earth  a  fitful  dream, 

Dispelled  by  dawning  day ! 

44 A  little  while!''  with  patience,  Lord, 

I  fain  would  ask,  "How  long?" 
For  how  can  I  with  such  a  hope 

Of  glory  and  of  Home, 
With  such  a  joy  awaiting  me, 

Not  wish  the  hour  were  come? 
How  can  I  keep  the  longing  back, 

And  how  suppress  the  groan? 

Yet  peace,  my  heart!  and  hush,  my  tongue! 

Be  calm,  my  troubled  breast ! 
Each  passing  hour  is  hast'ning  on 

The  everlasting  rest : 
94 


Thou  knowest  well — the  time  thy  God 

Appoints  for  thee  is  best; 
The  morning  star  will  soon  arise ; 

The  glow  is  in  the  East. 

Then     come,     Lord    Jesus,    quickly 
come, 
In  glory  and  in  light ! 
Come    take    Thy    longing    children 
Home, 
And  end  earth's  weary  night! 

Copyright,  1879.  ky  J»mM  McGrtaak»n. 


95 


Ube  Doice  on  tbe  Sea 

Life  once  was  a  mystery  awful  to  me, 
Fearful  and  strange  as  a  dark  boundless  sea, 
And  I  thought  of  myself  as  a  soul  on  the  deep, 
Ever  crying,  "Ah,  who  shall  my  frail  vessel 
keep?" 

0  sweet  was  the  voice  sounding  over  the  sea, 
"The  light  of  the  world"  thy  Pilot  shall  be; 

1  am  come  o'er  the  wave  through  the  storm 

and  the  night 
To  meet  with  the  soul  that  is  seeking  the  light. 

O  sweet  was  the  voice  that  came  calling  to  me, 
And  fair  was  the  form  of  my  Saviour  to  see, 
As  through  the  deep  waters  and  tempest  He 

came, 
To  save  the  lost  soul  that  had  called  on  His 

name. 

O  life  is  no  longer  a  myst'ry  to  me, 

Jesus  I  take  as  my  Pilot  to  be, 

His   Word   is  the  chart   where  my  course   is 

made  clear. 
And  with  Him  at  the  helm  now  no  danger  I  fear. 
96 


Christ  now  is  my  life,  and  'tis  joyous  to  be 
Sailing  with  Him  safely  on  o'er  the  sea; 
With  the   calm  of    His  presence  my  spirit  is 

filled, 
The  winds  are  all  hushed,  and  the  waters  are 

stilled. 

CopTTighl.  13W,  br  Mr*.  W.  B.  Mood j. 


97 


3BIesseb  tfoope 

Blessed  hope  that  in  Jesus  is  given, 
In  our  sorrow  to  cheer  and  sustain, 

That  soon  in  the  mansions  of  Heaven, 
We  shall  meet  with  our  loved  ones  again. 

Blessed  hope  in  the  word  God  has  spoken, 
All  our  peace  by  that  word  we  obtain ; 

And  as  sure  as  God's  word  was  ne'er  broken, 
We  shall  meet  with  our  lov'd  ones  again. 

Blessed  hope!  how  is  shines  in  our  sorrow, 
Like  the  star  over  Bethlehem's  plain, 

That  it  may  be,  with  Him,  ere  the  morrow, 
We  shall  meet  with  our  lov'd  ones  again. 

Blessed  hope !  the  bright  star  of  the  morning, 
That  shall  herald  His  coming  to  reign ; 

O  the  glory  that  waits  its  fair  dawning 
When  we  meet  with  our  lov'd  ones  again. 

Copyright,  1877,  by  James  McGranahan. 


98 


Xffte  /B>en  ttbat  TRIlait 

"Like  men  that  wait;"  pass  on  the  word, 
The  warning  word,  ye  men  of  God ; 
Though  dangers  press,  though  foes  may  hate, 
Still  firmly  stand,  like  men  that  wait. 

"Like  men  that  wait,"  endure  the  scorn; 
The  Master  once  all  this  hath  borne ; 
'Tis  trial  now,  and  sorrow  great, 
But  bear  it  all,  like  them  that  wait. 

"Like  men  that  wait,"  tho'  night  surround, 

And  fainting  hearts  are  all  around ; 

He  tarries  long,  the  hour  is  late ; 

Now  gird  your  loins,  like  men  that  wait. 

(Cud  by  p*rmiMion  of  th«  John  Church  Company,  ownert  of  tb«  copyright.) 


99 


Be  Ke  1fcin&  to  ©ne  Hnotbet 

*  *  Be  ye  kind  to  one  another, ' '  thus  hath  said 

our  blessed  Lord, 
Let  ns  seek  His  gracious  Spirit,  that  we  may 

obey  His  word. 
O  what  sorrow  oft  we've  given  to  the  friends 

we've  loved  most  dear, 
And  what  grief  to  Christ  in  Heaven,  by  the 

harsh  words  spoken  here. 

41  Be  ye  kind  to  one  another;"    brief  the  life 

that  here  we  live ; 
Tears  are  all  around  us  flowing,  comfort  let  us 

strive  to  give ; 
Shed  thy  tears  alone  with  Jesus,  all  thy  trouble 

to  Him  bring, 
Then   with   smiles  for   all  around  thee,   shed 

forth  sunshine  for  the  King. 

44 Be  ye  kind  to  one  another;"  soon  the  parting 

hour  will  come, 
Then,  what  sadness  to  remember,  how  we've 

marred  the  earthly  home ; 


ioo 


How  we  oft  by  lack  of  kindness,  cheerless  left 

an  aching  heart, 
And   by  selfish    word,   or   action,   caused   the 

silent  tear  to  start. 

44 Be  ye  kind  to  one  another ;"  Jesus  thus  is 

glorified, 
For  He  saith  that   His  disciples    are  by  this 

identified; 
44 God  is  love,"  and  from  His  children  naught 

but  love  should  ever  flow, 
That  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour  this  sad  world 

might  fully  know. 

Copyright,  1835,  by  D.  B.  Town.r. 


IOT 


Xtfte  tbe  Bfrfc 

Like  the  bird  with  weary  wing, 

Far  from  home  when  night  is  nigh, 

Bruised  and  blinded  amid  the  storm,  - 
Such,  O  Lord,  it  seems  am  I. 

Like  the  flowers  that  bloom  and  fade, 
Like  the  winds  that  sob  and  sigh, 

Like  the  fluttering,  falling  leaf, 
Such,  O  Lord,  it  seems  am  I. 

Like  the  river  ne'er  at  rest, 
Onward  flowing  night  and  day, 

Like  the  bubble  on  its  breast, 
Such,  O  Lord,  it  seems  am  I. 

Like  the  worm  that  creeps  the  earth, 
Waiting  wings  to  Heavenward  fly, 

Longing  for  its  glorious  birth, 
Such,  O  Lord,  it  seems  am  I. 

Copyright,  1833,  by  Jimw  McOnskbii. 


I02 


praise,  ©  praise  3ebo\>ab 

Praise,  O  praise  Jehovah, 
Earth  and  sea  and  skies; 

Softly  let  the  echo 
Of  our  praises  rise. 

Sweetest  praises  sing, 

To  our  Heavenly  King. 

It  is  good  to  praise  Thee, 
Lord  of  earth  and  Heaven, 

Thou  for  us  hast  suffered, 
Thou  Thy  life  hast  given. 

Only  good  art  Thou, 

Gladly  here  we  bow. 

Thee,  O  Christ,  we  honour, 
'Tis  of  Thee  we  sing; 

Louder  still  and  sweeter 
Shall  Thy  praises  ring. 

Holy,  Heavenly  Lord, 

Be  by  all  adored. 

Copyright.  1883.  by  Jiidh  McOr»n»h»n. 


I03 


TTbere's  a  Ibome  TTfoat  is  Waiting  tot 
l£ou,  jfrienD 

There's  a  Home  that  is  waiting  for  you,  friend, 
That  the  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare : 

It's  a  Home  where  no  sorrow  or  sin,  friend, 
Those  who  enter  will  evermore  share. 

Long  ago,  when  the  Saviour  was  here,  friend, 
Then  He  spoke  of  the  joy  of  that  Home; 

By  His  death  He  has  opened  the  way,  friend, 
For  all  who  are  willing  to  come. 

Then  to-day,  when  the  Saviour  invites,  friend, 
In  His  love  and  His  bountiful  grace, 

Will  you  not  peace  and  pardon  accept,  friend, 
And  secure  in  yon  Mansion  a  place? 

Copyright,  1878,  by  Juiih  McGr»nahm. 


I04 


Ztafte  tbe  Step 

Brother,  at  the  threshold  standing, 

See  you  not  the  open  door, 
See  you  not  the  hand  extended, 

Reaching  out   to  help  you  o'er? 

See  the  banquet  hall  of  mercy, 
See  thy  seat  that  vacant  stands, 

Think  of  loved  ones  waiting  for  thee, 
See  them  now  with  beckoning  hands ! 

Keep  thy  Lord  no  longer  waiting, 
He  hath  died  thy  soul  to  win, 

Let  His  love,  thy  heart  constraining, 
Lead  thee  now  to  enter  in. 

Just  a  step,  will  you  not  take  it, 
While  in  prayer  to  God  we  bow, 

Will  you  not,  your  sins  forsaking, 
Trust  in  Christ,  and  trust  Him  now? 

Ceprrifht.  1888,  bj  J.  U.  Bark.. 


i°5 


Complete  in  HMm 

11  Complete  in  Him!"  oh,  precious  word! 

May  we  by  faith  receive  it, 
That  all  our  sins  are  put  away, 

Alone  by  Jesus'  merit. 

44 Complete  in  Him!"     While  here  below, 

With  enemies  contending; 
His  mighty  power  we  daily  find 

His  weakest  child  defending. 

4 'Complete  in  Him!"     Though  trials  dark 

May  often  gather  o'er  us, 
With  faith  and  love  we  clasp  the  hand 

Of  Him  who  goes  before  us. 

44 Complete  in  Him"  for  all  things  here, 
Where  we  the  cross  are  bearing; 

And  soon  for  aye  complete  in  Him, 
The  crown  we  shall  be  wearing. 

Copyright,  1885,  by  James  McQranahan. 


106 


Hs  1f  Hm 

As  I  am,  O  Jesus,  take  me, 

I  no  longer  will  rebel : 
Let  Thy  Holy  Spirit  break  me, 

And  within  me  ever  dwell. 

Take  me,  Lord,  as  Thou  hast  found  me, 

Guilty,  vile  and  far  from  Thee, 
Satan's  fetters  fastened  round  me, 

Take  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  free. 

Break  me,  Lord,  from  love  of  sinning, 
Break,  O  break  my  stubborn  will, 

Now  the  work  of  grace  beginning, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  fill. 

Make  me,  Lord,  what  Thou  wouldst  have  me, 

Make  me  like  Thyself  to  be, 
Make  me  pure  and  make  me  holy, 

Consecrated  unto  Thee. 


107 


Closer  to  Ubee 

0  Jesus,  my  Lord  and  my  Saviour, 
A  rock  and  a  refuge  to  me ; 

1  long  to  be  drawn  by  Thy  favor 

Still  closer  and  closer  to  Thee. 

Let  peace  in  Thy  presence  possess  me, 
A  peace  that  abiding  shall  be ; 

And  when  my  temptations  distress  me, 
O  draw  me  still  closer  to  Thee. 

When  close  to  Thy  side  I  am  keeping, 
My  pathway  is  mark'd  out  by  Thee; 

And  rich  are  the  fields  for  my  reaping, 
While  closer  and  closer  to  Thee. 

And  when  my  life's  journey  is  ending, 
The  waves  of  the  river  I  see ; 

Let  angels,  from  glory  descending, 
My  spirit  bear,  closer  to  Thee. 


Copyright,  1883,  by  P.  Bilbor 


IOS 


Uo  %fx>e  is  Cbrist 

To  live  is  Christ;  henceforth  for  me 
My  own  desire,  His  face  to  see ; 
Morn,  noon  and  night,  before  His  throne 
He  fills  my  heart  with  joy  alone. 

To  live  is  Christ,  He  died  for  me, 
And  from  my  sins  hath  set  me  free ; 
Himself  the  prize,  Himself  the  goal, 
That  speeds  my  steps  and  fills  my  soul. 

Where'er  I  go  may  Christ  be  seen, 
That  all  may  know  with  Him  I've  been; 
Although  it  bring  reproach  and  shame, 
He'll  keep  me  true  to  His  blest  name. 

From  where  He  is,  in  glory  There, 
I  watch  for  Him  to  soon  appear; 
The  little  while  will  soon  be  gone, 
And  I  shall  see  His  face  ere  long. 


Coprrifht.  1jS3.  by  JtmM  iIcOr»o»h»n. 


IO9 


Xet  ills  ©o  jfortb 

The  call  of  God  is  sounding  clear, 
O  Christian,  let  it  reach  thine  ear; 
Endeavor  now  of  souls  to  bring 
A  band,  to  love  and  serve  the  King. 

Let  us  go  forth,  as  called  of  God, 
Redeemed  by  Jesus's  precious  blood; 
His  love  to  show,  His  life  to  live, 
His  message  speak,  His  mercy  give. 

The  Christ  of  God  to  glorify, 
His  grace  in  us  to  magnify; — 
His  word  of  life  to  all  make  known, 
Be  this  our  work,  and  this  alone. 

Copyright,   1891,  by  Jamea  M«Ur»n»h««. 


no 


Be0eecbiit00  of  Bteue 

O  tender  beseeching  of  Jesus! 

How  sweetly  they  fall  on  the  ear! 
O  gospel  of  grace  and  of  kindnc 

God's  love  and  compassion  brought  near! 

Is  the  Spirit  of  Jesus  now  striving? 

His  warning,  my  brother,  obey; 
Resist  not  His  gracious  beseeching, 

O  grieve  not  the  Saviour  away. 

Beseeching  in  love  for  our  Saviour, 
Unworthy  we  pray  in  His  stead; 

Believe  in  the  word  of  forgiveness, 
Accept  of  the  ransom  He  made. 

Beseeching  His  blood-bought,  His  ransomed, 
Your  bodies  to  Him  gladly  yield, 

That,  in  you,  and  through  you,  and  by  you, 
His  grace  may  be  fully  revealed. 

Beseeching  the  saints  to  be  holy, 

Filled  always  with  meekness  and  love; 

Like  Jesus  so  gentle  and  lowly, 
Reflecting  the  light  from  above. 

Beseeching  that  all  for  His  Coming 

Unshaken  may  ever  remain, 
And  stand  with  the  saved  and  the  chosen, 

With  Him  in  His  glorious  reign. 

ferrri**.   1*1.  b,  JuM  lMInatW. 

I    I    I 


Sin  mo  /IDore 

Sin  no  more !  thy  soul  is  free, 
Christ  has  died  to  ransom  thee ; 
Now  the  power  of  sin  is  o'er, 
Jesus  bids  thee  "sin  no  more/' 

Sin  no  more !  but  closely  keep 
Near  the  Hand  that  guards  the  sheep; 
Shun  the  snares  that  lured  before, 
Trembling  go,  and  sin  no  more. 

Sin  no  more !  His  blood  hath  bought, 
Think  on  what  His  love  hath  wrought; 
Think  of  what  for  thee  He  bore, 
Weeping  go,  and  sin  no  more. 

Copyright,   1891,  by  James  McGraai»h»D. 


112 


jfirmls  Stan& 

"  Be  ye  strong  in  the  Lord  and  the  power  of 

His  might/' 

Firmly  standing  for  the  truth  of  His  word; 

He  shall  lead  you  safely  through  the  thickest 

of  the  fight, 

You  shall  conquer  in  the  name  of  the  Lord. 

"Be  ye  strong  in  the  Lord  and  the  power  of 
His  might," 
Never  turning  from  the  face  of  the  foe; 
He  will  surely  by  you  stand,  as  you  battle  for 
the  right, 
In  the  power  of  His  might,  onward  go. 

14  Be  ye  strong  in  the  Lord  and  the  power  of 
His  might," 
For  His  promises  shall  never,  never  fail; 
By  thy  right  hand  He'll  hold  thee  while  bat- 
tling for  the  right, 
Trusting  Him  thou  shalt  for  evermore  pre- 
vail. 

Coprri«ht,  1887,  by  In  D.  S».k*r. 


113 


H  mi II ! 


Suggested  by  the  responses  of  the  young  men  of  Lim- 
erick to  Mr.  Moody's  question,  "  Will  you  trust  Christ  ?" 
at  the  meetings  in  that  city  October,  1883. 

Once  more,  my  soul,  thy  Saviour,  through  the 
Word, 

Is  offered  full  and  free ; 
And  now,  O  Lord,  I  must,  I  must  decide ; 

Shall  I  accept  of  Thee? 


By  grace  I  will  Thy  mercy  now  receive, 

Thy  love  my  heart  hath  won ; 
On  Thee,  O  Christ,  I  will,  I  will  believe, 

And  trust  in  Thee  alone ! 

Thou  knowest,  Lord,  how  very  weak  I  am, 

And  how  I  fear  to  stray ; 
For  strength  to  serve  I  look  to  Thee  alone — 

The  strength  Thou  must  supply ! 

To  all  who  came,  when  Thou  wast  here  below, 

And  said,  "O  Lord,  wilt  Thou?" 
To  them  "I  will!"  was  ever  Thy  reply; 

We  rest  upon  it  now. 

Copyright,   1883,  by  Jamet  McQr»nah»n. 
II4 


Come  mnto  /IDe,  an&  TRest 

Brother,  art  thou  worn  and  weary, 
Tempted,  tried,  and  sore  oppressed? 

Listen  to  the  word  of  Jesus, 
"Come  unto  me,  and  rest!" 

Oh,  He  knows  the  dark  forebodings 
Of  the  conscience-troubled  breast; 

And  to  such  His  word  is  given, 
"Come  unto  me,  and  rest!" 

To  the  Lord  bring  all  your  burden, 
Put  the  promise  to  the  test : 

Hear  Him  say,  your  Burden-Bearer, 
"Come  unto  me,  and  rest!  M 

If  in  sorrow  thou  art  weeping, 

Grieving  for  the  loved  ones  missed, 

Surely,  then,  to  you  He  whispers, 
"Come  unto  me,  and  rest!" 

Trust  to  Him  for  all  thy  future, 
He  will  give  thee  what  is  best; 

Why,  then,  fear  when  He  is  saying, 
"Come  unto  me,  and  rest!" 

Copyright,  1880,  by  Janxa  UaQruthaa. 

"5 


XEbe  Secret  of  Urue  3os 

I've  found  the  life  of  truest  joy; 

My  heart  is  overflowing; 
By  day  and  night  my  glad  employ, 

This  secret  to  be  showing. 

Once  selfish  joy  I  vainly  tried, 

And  sought  the  world  for  pleasure, 

Now,  self  with  Christ  is  crucified, 
And  He  is  all  my  treasure. 

With  " Christ  as  in  the  Father,"  known, 

The  Spirit,  God  revealeth ; 
Then  our  acceptance  in  the  Son 

His  word  of  promise  sealeth. 

But  oh !  the  truth  that  makes  me  free, 

Is  like  a  well  up-springing; 
The  living  Christ  now  lives  in  me, 

And  fills  my  soul  with  singing. 

Copyright,  1000,  by  M»y  Wbittt*  Moody. 


Il6 


, 


1be  is  not  1bere 

Oh,  day  of  awful  story — Jesus  is  dead! 
Sad  end  to  hope  and  glory — Jesus  is  dead! 

A  weary  night  of  weeping — Jesus  is  dead! 

A  night  that  knew  no  sleeping — Jesus  is  dead! 

A  day  in  sorrow  dawning — Jesus  is  dead! 
A  sad  and  gloomy  morning — Jesus  is  dead ! 

Behold,  the  stone  is  rolled  away! 
And  shining  ones  have  come  to  say, 
44 He  is  not  here,  but  is  risen!" 
The  night  of  death  is  past  and  gone, 
Arise  and  greet  the  glorious  morn ! 
44 He  is  not  here,  but  is  risen!" 

Coprr.f  hi,  ie&t,  by  Jidn  UcGrmthu. 


"7 


TKHe'x>e  5tQbte&  tbe  ©oi&en  Cate 

Suggested  on  seeing  the  ''Golden  Gate,"  San  Francisco 
Harbor. 

Our  hearts  are  filled  with  joy  to-day, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate; 

Its  light  is  beaming  o'er  our  way, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate. 

Tossed  on  the  sea  we've  sighed  for  home, 

O'er  oceans  wide  for  this  we've  come; 

The  voyage  now  is  almost  done, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate. 

They've  signaled  us  from  off  the  land, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate; 

Our  friends  are  gath'ring  on  the  strand, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate; 

That  we  of  entrance  should  not  fail, 

We  answered  to  the  Pilot's  hail; 

With  Him  on  board  we  safely  sail, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate. 

How  light  the  trials  that  have  come, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate; 

Forgotten  now  in  sight  of  Home, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate. 
118 


The  storms  and  clouds  will  soon  be  past, 
Then  sheltered  safe  from  every  blast, 
With  sails  all  furled  and  anchor  cast, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate. 

Our  God  with  grateful  hearts  to  Thee, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate; 

Once  lost  on  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate. 

Our  Lord  and  Saviour,  soon  at  Home, 

The  grace  that  saved  we'll  gladly  own; 

'Twas  all  of  grace  and  that  alone, 
We've  sighted  the  Golden  Gate. 

Copyright,   1383,   by  James  JIcGr»n»h»n. 


II9 


TKIle  Ubanft  Ubee,  XotD 

Zte#/.  8:23. 

We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  pilgrim  days, 

Across  the  desert  sand, 
For  there  we  learned  to  know  and  praise 

Our  Father's  guiding  hand. 

We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  loneliness, 

Beneath  the  desert  sky ; 
For  there  we  learned  Thy  ways  to  trace ; 

As  silent  stars  swept  by. 

We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  midnight  fear, 

For  wilderness  alarm ; 
For  there  we  learned  that  Thou  art  near, 

When  aught  Thy  saints  would  harm. 

We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  lack  of  bread, 

For  pillows  made  of  stone ; 
For  then  we  were  by  manna  fed, 

And  slept  beneath  Thy  throne. 

We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  parching  thirst, 

When  desert  wells  were  dry ; 
For  there  we  saw  the  fountain,  Christ, 

That  gave  us  full  supply. 

Copyright,  1896,  by  May  Whittle  Moody. 
I20 


Gbrist  is  Coming  again 

Lord  Jesus,  how  long  shall  the  groans  and  the 

sighs 
From  the  sin-burdened  earth  continue  to  rise? 
How  long  shall  the  curse  Thy  creation  oppress, 
How  long  ere  in  mercy  Thou  comest  to  bless? 

Lord  Jesus,  how  long  ere  the  night  shall  have 

end, 
And  the  beams  of  Thy  glory  o'er  earth  shall 

descend? 
The  wilderness  bloom  and  the  desert  rejoice, 
And  creation  with  singing  lift  up  its  glad  voice? 

Lord  Jesus,  not  long,   soon  the  morning  will 

come; 
Then  Thy  voice  from  the  skies  shall  call  Thy 

saints  Home; 
The  throne  of  Thy  glory  exalted  shall  be, 
And  the  beauty  of  Zion  all  nations  shall  see. 

ofiatJoha   Cburea  Conpaar,  »wr>.r»  »f  ta*  •oprrif  a*.  ) 


121 


©ne  as  /iDucb  as  Hnotbet 

Lev.  7:10. 

"One  as  much  as  another," 

This  is  the  law  of  grace, 
This  is  the  full  provision 

Within  the  holy  place ; 
The  place  of  full  acceptance, 

Redeemed  by  Jesus*  blood, 
And  made  by  faith  God's  children, 

According  to  His  word. 

"One  as  much  as  another," 

In  Christ  the  Father  knows; 
And  so  to  each  the  Father 

An  equal  love  bestows. 
The  gifts  of  each  may  vary, 

Their  graces  differ  wide, 
But  love  to  all  as  children 

Will  never  be  denied. 

"One  as  much  as  another," 

From  sin  Christ  comes  to  keep, 

The  living  Lord  of  glory, 
The  Shepherd  of  His  sheep. 
122 


Each  one  by  name  He  calleth, 
And  Homeward  brings  them  on; 

He  seeks  the  one  that  falleth, 
And  loves  them  every  one. 

44 One  as  much  as  another," 

The  sheepfold  is  for  all 
Who  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus, 

And  follow  at  His  call; 
And  so  the  Home  in  glory 

For  all  has  one  sweet  song, 
To  Him  Who  loved  and  saved  us 

We  every  one  belong. 

Copyright,  1695,  by  Junta  McGr»nah»n. 


123 


Jesus  Cbtist  ©ur  Saviour 

Who  came  down  from  heaven  to  earth? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour; 
Came  a  child  of  lowly  birth? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour. 

Refrain — Sound  the  chorus  loud  and  clear, 
He  hath  brought  salvation  near. 
None  so  precious,  none  so  dear, 
Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour. 

Who  was  lifted  on  the  tree? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour; 
There  to  ransom  you  and  me? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour. 

Who  hath  promised  to  forgive? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour; 
Who  hath  said,  " Believe  and  live"? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour. 

Who  again  from  Heaven  shall  come? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour; 
Take  to  glory  all  His  own? 

Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour. 

Copyright,  1893,  by  James  McGrtnahaa. 
124 


_ 


Gbrtst  is  /Dp  IReOeemet 

How  sweet  the  joy  that  fills  my  soul: 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer; 
His  precious  blood  has  made  me  whole : 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer ; 
My  sins  were  all  upon  Him  laid, 
A  full  atonement  He  hath  made, 
For  me  He  hath  the  ransom  paid: 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer. 

Though  Satan  oft  my  way  oppose, 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer; 
With  this  I  boldly  meet  my  foes: 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer; 
'Twas  this  that  gave  me  life  and  light, 
'Tis  this  that  nerves  me  for  the  fight, 
'Tis  this  my  hope  that  shines  so  bright: 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer. 

When  trials  come  I  still  confess, 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer; 
He  gives  me  grace  each  care  to  bless: 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer; 
He  guides  and  keeps  me  day  by  day, 

125 


He  closer  comes  when  dark  the  way, 
He  doth  with  this  my  fears  allay; 
Christ  is  my  Redeemer; 

The  victory  by  this  I  gain, 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer; 
By  this  I  break  sin's  galling  chain: 

Christ  is  my  Redeemer ; 
And  if  He  tarry  and  I  sleep, 
My  dying  hour  this  hope  shall  keep, 
That  when  He  comes  the  grave  to  reap, 

He'll  be  my  Redeemer. 

Coprright,  1891,  by  Jamei  MeQrsMhM. 


126 


ail's  Clear  up  aloft 

A  fog  had  settled  down  on  the  Clyde.  The  passengers 
on  a  steamer  were  rilled  with  fear  at  the  rate  of  speed 
maintained.  At  length  they  went  forward  and  called  to 
the  captain  on  the  bridge,  and  remonstrated  with  him. 
They  received  the  reply:  "All's  clear  up  aloft.  The 
fog  is  on  the  surface  of  the  river.     There  is  no  danger." 

"All's  clear  up  aloft,"  said  the  Captain  true, 

As  fearlessly  onward  he  sped ; 
"No  fog  is  up  here,  it  is  all  below, 

The  sunshine's  just  over  our  head." 

"All's  clear  up  aloft,"  for  the  Lord,  our  Light, 
Our  strength,  and  our  Refuge  and  Song, 

Is  there    in  command  thro'  the  day  and  the 
night, 
My  Captain  so  true  and  so  strong. 

"All's  clear  up  aloft,"  all  is  safe  below, 

Though  fogs  and  though  mists  may  prevail ; 

With  eye  all  undimed,  stands  the  Captain  true, 
To  guide  us  as  onward  we  sail. 

"All's  clear  up  aloft,"  for,  with  Him  on  high, 
The  dark  is  the  same  as  the  light ; 

He  knows  all  the  perils  and  dangers  nigh; 
His  beacon  shines  on  in  the  night. 

Copjniht.  1-39,  by  Th.  Biglow  ic  Mala  Co. 

127 


Still  Martina 

Still  waiting  on  Time's  narrow  strand, 
Once  more  one  another  we  greet ; 

Oh,  heart-felt  the  touch  of  each  hand 
As  closing  our  ranks,  we  still  meet. 

Still  waiting  to  witness  for  Him 
By  life,  and  by  deed,  and  by  word ; 

The  message  of  life  to  proclaim, 
Redemption  alone  by  His  blood. 

Still  waiting,  as  sentinels  wait, 

Who  watch  till  the  morning  appear, 

Rejoicing  the  day-star  to  greet, 
Well  knowing  the  dawning  is  near. 

Still  waiting,  oft  weary  and  faint, 
Oft  sighing  that  light  is  so  dim ; 

But,  quickly  forgetting  complaint, 
With  joy  that  we  suffer  for  Him. 

Still  waiting,  with  hope  undismayed, 
For  Heaven,  and  glory,  and  Home ; 

Still  trusting  the  word  that  He  said, 
And  watching  for  Jesus  to  come. 

Copyright,  1896.  by  Slay  WhittU  Moody. 
128 


Hfterwarfc 

Christian,  so  weary  and  faint  on  the  road, 
Seeking  thy  blessed  Redeemer's  abode, 
Darkness  around  thee  and  heavy  thy  load, 
Afterward,  afterward,  list  to  the  word. 

Courage,  then,  Christian,  and  still  pressing  on, 
Keep  to  the  pathway  though  daylight  be  gone ; 
Soon  o'er  the  mountain  shall  burst  the  glad  sun, 
Afterwrxd,  afterward,  cometh  the  dawn. 

What  though  the  tempest  awhile  may  alarm, 
Wild  winds  assail  thee  and  threaten  to  harm? 
Keep  by  thy  Saviour's  omnipotent  arm, 
Afterward,  afterward,  cometh  the  calm. 

What  though  the  pestilence  draw  to  thee  nigh? 
What  though  the  arrows  to  kill  thee  may  fly? 
Sheltered  in  Jesus,  they  all  shall  pass  by, 
Afterward,  afterward,  glory  on  high. 

Copjrlf Lt,  liJii,  lj  JtuiM  UcUrasikts. 


129 


Ifix  !£>our  jEyes  upon  5esus 

Would  you  lose  ypur  load  of  sin? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus; 
Would  you  know  God's  peace  within? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus. 

Would  you  calmly  walk  the  wave? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus; 
Would  you  know  His  power  to  save? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus. 

Would  you  have  your  cares  grow  light? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus; 
Would  you  songs  have  in  the  night? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus. 

Grieving,  would  you  comfort  know? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus; 
Humble  be  when  blessings  flow? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus. 

Would  you  strength  in  weakness  have? 

Fix  your  eyes  upon  Jesus; 
See  a  light  beyond  the  grave? 

Fix  youi  eyes  upon  Jesus. 

Oopyrijht,  1877,  bj  James  McOr»n»h»n. 
I30 


11  XLbirst 

44 1  thirst,  I  thirst,"  the  Saviour  cried, 
When  on  the  cross  for  us  He  died. 
My  soul,  that  thirst  was  all  for  thee, 
For  thee  the  pain  and  agony. 

O  shame  and  pain  beyond  compare, 
That  on  the  cross  our  Saviour  bare : 
The  parched  lips,  the  thorny  crown, 
The  breaking  heart,  the  Father's  frown ! 

0  Christ,  O  Lord,  Thou  Son  of  God! 
Didst  Thou  for  me  thus  give  Thy  blood? 
For  me  Thy  soul  an  offering  made, 

My  sin  and  guilt  upon  Thee  laid? 

1  thirst,  I  thirst,  O  Lord,  for  Thee: 
Drawn  by  the  thirst  Thou  hadst  for  me ; 
My  heart  I  yield,  my  life  I  give, 

And  thirst  henceforth  for  Thee  to  live. 

Copyright.   1883,  l.y  Jiilm  UaUranahaa. 


131 


IRo  /iDore 

"No   more   the   curse,"    O   Christ,   we  praise 
Thee, 

Thy  blood  the  triumph  wins; 
The  cross  to  which  Thy  love  did  raise  Thee 

Hath  put  away  our  sins. 

"No  more  the  pain"  and  careworn  faces, 

No  forms  bowed  with  disease: 
O'er  all  the  earth  the  Lord  replaces 

His  Paradise  of  Peace. 

"No  more  of  night,"  the  day  is  dawning: 

The  Lord  is  drawing  near; 
With  Him  shall  come  the  longed-for  morning 

When  night  shall  disappear. 

"No  more  the  curse,"  no  more  the  crying, 

All  thirst  and  hunger  o'er; 
No  more  the  night,  no  more  the  dying, 

No  tears  or  sorrow  more. 

Copyright.   1994,   by  May  Whittl.  Moody. 


132 


IT  Tknow  Mbom  11  1bave  JBelie\>e& 

I  know  not  why  God's  wondrous  grace 

To  me  He  hath  made  known, 
Nor  why — unworthy — Christ  in  love 

Redeemed  me  for  His  own. 

But  "I  know  whom  I  have  believed, 
And  am  persuaded  that  he  is  able 

To  keep  that  which  I've  committed 
Unto  him  against  that  day." 

I  know  not  how  this  saving  faith 

To  me  He  did  impart, 
Nor  how  believing  in  His  word 

Wrought  peace  within  my  heart. 

I  know  not  how  the  Spirit  moves, 

Convincing  men  of  sin, 
Revealing  Jesus,  through  the  word, 

Creating  faith  in  Him. 

I  know  not  what  of  good  or  ill 

May  be  reserved  for  me, 
Of  weary  ways  or  golden  days, 

Before  His  face  I  see. 

I  know  not  when  my  Lord  may  come, 

At  night  or  noonday  fair, 
Nor  if  Til  walk  the  vale  with  Him, 

Or  "meet  Him  in  the  air. M 

Copyright.  1&3  »nd  1887,  bj  Jam*  McOr»o»h»n. 

*33 


1f  /IDas  Iftnow 

I  may  know  that  my  sins  are  forgiven, 

If  to  Jesus  I  truly  have  been, 
And  believed  that  He  came  down  from  Heaven, 

And  died  to  atone  for  my  sin. 

I  may  know  that  by  Christ  I'm  accepted, 
When  I  know  in  my  heart  that  I  yield, 

And  that  He  as  the  Lord,  once  rejected, 
Is  now  by  God's  Spirit  revealed. 

I  may  know  that  my  Saviour  is  guiding 
And  keeping  me  safely  each  day, 

As  I  in  His  presence  confiding 
Seek  ever  to  walk  in  His  way. 

I  may  know  that  His  footprints  before  me 
Will  be  found  in  each  pathway  I  tread, 

And  that  ever  in  tenderness  o'er  me 
His  wings  of  protection  are  spread. 

I  may  know  that  a  mansion  in  glory 
I  with  the  Redeemed  ones  shall  share, 

For  this  is  the  wonderful  story, 

That  mansion  He's  gone  to  prepare. 
i34 


Sing  tbe  Sweet  praises 

Full  of  sweet  melody  filling  my  soul 
Is  the  name  of  my  Saviour  to  me ; 

I  love  Him,  and  praise  Him,  for  making  me 
whole, 
I  love  in  His  presence  to  be. 

Then  sing  the  sweet  praises  of  Jesus  my  Lord, 

Let  Jesus  alone  be  the  theme ; 
With  harp  and  with  organ  and  voice  in  accord, 

Make  known  our  Redeemer's  dear  name. 

Songs  lose  all  their  sweetness  where  Christ  is 
not  praised, 

And  life  without  Him  has  no  light; 
That  I,  far  away,  have  once  lived  I'm  amazed, 

How  could  I  have  chosen  such  night! 

I  care  not  for  singing  unless  in  my  song 
I  can  think  of  my  Lord  and  my  King  ; 

The  sweeter  the  music,  the  more  I  would  long 
My  Saviour  to  praise  as  I  sing. 

"Full  of  sweet  melody,  Jesus  alone; 

There's  no  other  music  like  this. 
Angels  from  glory  unite  in  the  tune, 

And  earth  feels  a  foretaste  of  bliss. 

*35 


©etbsemane 

My  Saviour,  I  have  tried 

To  walk  Thy  ways ; 
To  be  as  crucified 

To  this  world's  praise. 
But  O,  the  way  seems  long; 

My  heart  is  weak ; 
The  enemies  are  strong, 

My  life  they  seek. 

Upon  me  loved  ones  cling; 

They  look  to  me 
To  help  them  bear  the  sting 

And  bow  to  Thee. 
And  I — I  stand  alone ; 

My  strength  is  small ; 
O  help,  Thou  Mighty  One, 

Or  I  shall  fall. 

My  Saviour,  Thou  hast  known 

This  that  I  bear; 
Remember  Olive's  groan 

And  midnight  prayer. 
J36 


The  angels  from  above 
Came  down  to  Thee ; 

O  let  them  in  Thy  love 
Come  unto  me. 

Not  for  myself  I  plead 

To  'scape  from  care, 
But,  grace  in  time  of  need, 

The  pain  to  bear. 
Not  from  the  battlefield 

Would  I  depart, 
But,  God  of  battles,  yield 

Strength  to  my  heart. 

My  fainting  spirit  raise 

My  heart  inspire ; 
To  sing  aloud  Thy  praise 

Amid  the  fire. 
To  say,  "Thy  will  be  done," 

Whate'er  the  loss, 
And,  for  Thy  sake  alone, 

To  bear  the  cross. 


i37 


Ube  Calling  of  ©o& 

Called  out  of  darkness,  and  called  into  light ; 
Given  for  blindness  a  glorious  sight ; 
Called  out  of  bondage,  and  called  to  be  free, 
Children  of  holiness  ever  to  be. 

Called  from  the  old  life,  and  called  to  the  new, 
Out  of  the  false  life  and  into  the  true; 
Called  out  of  hatred,  and  called  into  love, 
Filled  with  the  Spirit  of  Christ  from  above. 

Called  from  the  guilty,  and  called  into  peace, 
Ransom  provided  freely  by  grace : 
Called  from  defilement,  and  called  to  be  white, 
Cleansed  and  made  meet  for  the  mansions  of 
light. 


138 


TLbc  precious  Bloofc 

The  precious  blood  of  Jesus  shows 
God's  wondrous  love  to  me; 

That  love  in  fulness  ever  flows 
When  Jesus'  blood  I  see. 

The  precious  blood  of  Jesus  shows 
How  sinful  I  have  been; 

Condemned,  unholy  in  God's  sight, 
With  heart  and  life  unclean. 

The  precious  blood  of  Jesus  shows 

The  holiness  of  God; 
To  justify,  He  must  be  just, 

Our  sins  demanded  blood. 

The  precious  blood  of  Jesus  shows 

Salvation  all  of  grace; 
To  trust  in  merit  of  our  own 

Would  God's  dear  Son  displace. 


i39 


ttbe$  TKHorsbtpefc  1bim 

O  wondrous  scene  on  Olive's  brow, 
When  Christ  from  earth  ascending, 

Looked  on  the  chosen  band  below, 
In  lowly  worship  bending. 

They  worshiped  Him !  they  worshiped  Him ! 

Their  risen  Lord  in  glory ; 
And  then  with  joy  they  all  went  forth 

To  tell  His  wondrous  story. 

They  worshiped  Him  as  "Son  of  God," 
"The  Lamb"  for  sinners  given, 

"The  Shepherd"  smitten  for  the  flock, 
"The  Lord"  of  earth  and  Heaven. 

They  worshiped  Him,  their  hearts  aflame, 

With  holiest  affection, 
As,  gazing  on  the  nail-pierced  hands, 

They  heard  His  benediction. 

They  worshiped  Him !  O  may  we  thus, 

His  glory  apprehending, 
Behold  Him,  living  now  for  us, 

His  blessing  still  descending. 

May  naught  beside  our  hearts  entice 

To  artful-made  emotion, 
But  love  for  Christ  alone  suffice 

To  kindle  dull  devotion. 
140 


H  TWUnter  Sunset 

The  fleecy  clouds,  like  pennants,  swing 

Across  the  clear  blue  sky, 
While  evening  star  and  crescent  moon 

Hang  all  their  lamps  on  high. 

Along  the  west  a  warm  glow  spreads, 

Of  crimson  and  of  gold, 
While  purple  hills  lift  up  their  heads, 

The  glory  to  behold. 

The  trees  stand  calm  with  branches  bare, 

As  by  the  stillness  blest : 
A  quiet  hush  is  on  the  air 

As  nature  sinks  to  rest. 

Be  hushed,  my  soul,  'tis  holy  ground: 
The  Lord  draws  near  to  men ; 

The  evening  bells  begin  to  sound, 
Let  prayer  and  praise  begin. 


141 


Xet  /IDotbet  Xea&— Sbe  IKnows  the  Was 

Suggested  by  the  words  of  Willie  Tost,  of  Wooster, 
Ohio,  who  died  at  the  age  of  four  years. 

Within  a  sad  and  darkened  home, 
A  dear  child,  sick  and  weary,  lay; 

"Father,"  he  said,  "let  mother  come; 
Let  mother  lead — she  knows  the  way." 

The  strong  man  turned  with  aching  heart ; 

No  word  of  comfort  could  he  say, 
But,  from  that  hour,  the  better  part 

He  sought,  and  found  the  Heavenly  way. 

Then  mother  held  the  little  hand, 

And  told  how  Christ  the  debt  did  pay; 

That  children  to  a  Heavenly  land 
In  His  dear  love  might  find  the  way. 

O  little  brows  by  fever  burned, 

O  voices  sweet  that  whisper,  "Pray," 

O  pleading  eyes  to  father  turned, 
And  father  does  not  know  the  way! 

O  fathers,  who  have  children  dear, 
For  whom  you  toil,  by  night  and  day, 

Why,  with  the  parting  hour  so  near, 
Will  you  not  learn  the  Heavenly  way? 
142 


XTbis  t  Tknow 

I  do  not  know  the  reason  why 

God  sent  His  Son  and  sought  me; 

But  this  I  know,  I  do  rely 

Upon  the  blood  that  bought  me. 

I  do  not  know  what  God  will  do 
When  clouds  are  gathered  o'er  me; 

But  this  I  know,  His  word  is  true, 
And  Christ  is  ever  with  me. 

I  do  not  know  the  paths  I'll  tread, 
As  Homeward  God  shall  lead  me, 

But  this  I  know,  I  shall  be  led, 
And  He  will  ne'er  forsake  me. 

I  do  not  know  what  trials  sore 
The  Lord  may  have  to  send  me; 

But  this  I  know,  the  word  is  sure, 
That  grace  shall  still  attend  me. 

I  do  not  know  when  it  shall  be, — 
The  resurrection  morning; 

But  this  I  know,  He'll  come  for  me 
Whene'er  that  day  is  dawning. 

M3 


/H>S  Hncbor  Ibol&s 

The  storm  is  high,  but  at  the  helm 

My  Lord  is  in  command  ; 
No  swelling  sea,  nor  tempest  fierce, 

Can  pluck  me  from  His  hand. 

The  winds  and  waves  obey  the  will 

Of  Him  who  died  for  me ; 
Why  should  I  then  their  tumult  fear, 

Or  dread  the  raging  sea? 

Though  darkness  dread  is  on  the  deep, 

He  knows  the  way  I  take ; 
And  so  I  peacefully  will  sleep, 

For,  with  Him,  I  shall  wake. 

The  sun  in  splendor  o'er  the  sea 
Shall  shine  at  God's  command, 

The  clouds  shall  pass,  the  waves  grow  still, 
And  I  shall  reach  the  land. 

My  anchor  holds !     O  praise  the  Lord, 

'Tis  fast  within  the  veil; 
'Tis  strong  and  steadfast  as  God's  word; 

The  storms  cannot  prevail. 
144 


0o&  is  TOWling  ;   Hre  ]0ou? 

God  is  now  willing,  in  Christ  reconciled, 
Willing  to  pardon,  and  cleanse  the  defiled, 
Willing  to  take  you  and  make  you  His  child ; 
God  is  now  willing;  are  you? 

God  is  now  willing  to  give  you  His  peace, 
Willing  from  bondage  of  sin  to  release, 
Willing  the  conflict  within  you  should  cease ; 
God  is  now  willing;  are  you? 

God  is  now  willing  to  answer  your  prayer, 
Perfectly  willing  your  burden  to  bear, 
Ready  and  willing  to  take  all  your  care ; 
God  is  now  willing;  are  you? 

God  is  now  willing  within  you  to  dwell, 
Willing  with  blessing  your  spirit  to  fill ; 
Yield  to  His  pleading  and  give  up  your  will; 
God  is  now  willing;  are  you? 

Copp-if ht.  1896,  by  J>s«  M«Grm»Un. 


145 


Xtfte  jflowers  XTbat  Bloom 

O  joyful  life,  to  live  for  God, 

To  feel  His  presence  near ; 
To  feed  upon  His  precious  word, 

And  seek  His  face  in  pray'r; 
To  count  it  joy  to  be  unknown, 

Unseen  by  mortal  eye, 
Like  flow'rs  that  bloom  for  Him  alone, 

Where  none  but  God  is  nigh. 

My  Saviour,  grant  this  grace  to  me, 

That  I  for  Thee  may  live, 
And  wholly  give  myself  to  Thee, 

As  Thou  for  me  didst  give ; 
Deliver  me  from  love  of  praise, 

Man's  flatt'ry  or  his  fear; 
Thy  glory  keep  before  my  gaze, 

That  naught  may  charm  me  here. 

In  all  I  do  be  this  my  thought, 

My  Master's  smile  to  gain; 
All  earthly  honour  count  as  naught, 

And  naught  all  earthly  pain ; 
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O  be  Thou  near  when  morning  breaks, 

To  fill  my  soul  with  praise ; 
And  as  the  sun  his  circuit  makes 

Shed  light  on  all  my  ways. 

O  be  Thou  near  at  eventide, 

When  night  is  drawing  nigh, 
That  peace  may  in  my  heart  abide, 

Though  darkness  veil  the  sky; 
And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 

O  may  I  go  to  Thee, 
And  live  where  flow'rs  immortal  bloom 

Thro'  all  eternity. 

Copyright,  18&5.  by  Jam..  UcQr»n»h»n. 


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Xooft  unto  flDe 

4 'Look  unto  me,  and  be  ye  saved," 
O  hear  the  blest  command, 

Salvation  full !  salvation  free ! 
Proclaim  through  every  land. 

"Look  unto  me,"  upon  the  cross, 

O  weary,  burdened  soul, 
'Twas  there  on  me  thy  sins  were  laid, 

Believe  and  be  made  whole. 

"Look  unto  me,"  thy  risen  Lord, 
In  dark  temptation's  hour, 

The  needful  grace  I'll  freely  give, 
To  keep  from  Satan's  power. 

"Look  unto  me,"  and  not  within, 

No  help  is  there  for  thee ; 
For  pardon,  peace,  and  all  thy  need, 

Look  only  "unto  me." 

CopyTijht,  1889,  by  Jibm  McQrtBtUi. 


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par&on,  peace,  anO  power 

Would  we  be  joyful  in  the  Lord? 

Then  count  the  riches  o'er, 
Revealed  to  faith  within  His  word, 

And  note  the  boundless  store. 

For  every  sin,  by  grace  divine, 

A  pardon  free  bestowed ; 
And  with  the  pardon  peace  is  mine, 

The  peace  in  Jesus'  blood. 

Of  grace  to  break  the  power  of  sin, 

He  gives  a  full  supply, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  heart  within, 

From  sin  doth  purify. 

The  power  to  win  a  soul  to  God, 

The  Spirit,  too,  imparts; 
And  He,  the  gift  of  Christ  our  Lord, 

Dwells  now  in  all  our  hearts. 

These  blessings  we  by  faith  receive, 
By  simple  childlike  trust; 

In  Christ,  'tis  God's  delight  to  give; 
He  promised,  and  He  must. 

Ccprrijit.  1833.  by  J»m«  MeOr%n»k*». 
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Us  Softly  tbro'  tbe  Silent  Ifoours 

As  softly  thro'  the  silent  hours 

The  dew  to  earth  is  given ; 
So,  Lord,  revive  our  weary  pow'rs, 

And  send  us  dew  from  Heaven. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  like  the  dew, 
Our  weary  souls  refreshing; 

Our  hearts  and  minds  in  Christ  renew, 
O  fill  us  with  Thy  blessing. 

How  hushed  and  calm  the  air  and  hour, 
When  God  the  dew  distilleth  ; 

How  lowly  bends  the  thirsty  flow'r, 
As  He  its  blossoms  filleth. 

Thus  give  us,  Lord,  the  quiet  heart, 

The  lowly  mind  and  merit ; 
As  we  for  pray'r  have  come  apart. 

To  seek  Thy  Holy  Spirit. 

Look  down  upon  Thy  garden,  Lord, 
Behold  the  dry  ground  riven ; 

See  drooping  plant  and  parching  sward, 
And  send  the  dew  from  Heaven. 

Thy  gracious  promise,  Lord,  we  plead, 

Thy  word  to  Israel  given ; 
O  hear  our  cry,  behold  our  need, 

And  send  the  dew  from  Heaven. 


Cpyright.  1895,  by  James  MeGr»n»h»n. 

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fl&oment  b£  /IDoment 

Dying  with  Jesus,  His  death  reckoned  mine; 
Living"  with  Jesus,  a  new  life  divine; 
Looking  to  Jesus  till  glory  doth  shine, 
Moment  by  moment,  O  Lord,  I  am  Thine. 

Moment  by  moment  I'm  kept  in  His  love; 
Moment  by  moment  I've  life  from  above; 
Looking  to  Jesus  till  glory  doth  shine ; 
Moment  by  moment,  O  Lord,  I  am  Thine. 

Never  a  trial  that  He  is  not  there, 
Never  a  burden  that  He  doth  not  bear, 
Never  a  sorrow  that  He  doth  not  share, 
Moment  by  moment  I'm  under  His  care. 

Never  a  heartache,  and  never  a  groan, 
Never  a  teardrop  and  never  a  moan ; 
Never  a  danger  but  there  on  the  throne, 
Moment  by  moment  He  thinks  of  His  own. 

Never  a  weakness  that  He  doth  not  feel, 
Never  a  sickness  that  He  cannot  heal  ; 
Moment  by  moment,  in  woe  or  in  weal, 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  abides  with  me  still. 

Never  a  battle  with  wrong  for  the  right, 
Never  a  contest  that  He  does  not  fight; 
Lifting  above  us  His  banner  so  bright, 
Moment  by  moment  I'm  kept  in  His  sight, 

Copjriflit,  1863.  by  Tbo  Blg'.ow  ii  Una  Co. 

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A  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  HYMN 

Mrs.  A ,  a  widow,  had  been  going  through  great 

trial.  She  had  a  house  on  which  she  depended  much  for 
rent ;  through  false  references  it  had  got  into  the  hands 
of  an  evil  man,  who,  whenever  she  went  for  the  rent, 
simply  mocked  at  her,  jeered  and  laughed,  and  no  effort 
that  she  made  could  either  obtain  the  rent  or  turn  him 
out.  She  had  at  length  put  her  case  in  the  hands  of  a 
magistrate,  who  said  she  must  appear  in  court,  and  the 
case  was  pending  when  my  story  begins. 

She  was  in  deep  waters  of  poverty,  and  had  a  terrible 
dread  that  God  had  forsaken  her,  when  she  saw  in  some 
paper,  "Three  Days  with  God."  It  was  the  notice  of 
the  Rev.  Andrew  Murray's  meetings  to  be  held  in  the 
East  End  Assembly  Hall.  "I  will  go  and  spend  these 
days  with  God,  and  put  my  case  into  His  hands,"  she 
said  to  herself. 

On  Wednesday  she  put  on  her  bonnet  to  start  forth, 
and  had  her  hand  on  the  door,  when — a  knock — a  young 

policeman  asking,  "Does  Mrs  A live  here?    My  wife 

is  dying — I  must  be  on  my  beat."  It  was  a  struggle  for 
a  moment,  but  she  said,  "I  will  go  to  her."  The  young 
man  took  her  to  his  house,  where  she  found  his  young 
wife  fearfully  ill ;  indeed,  she  thought,  dying.  She  had 
been  nursed  by  a  drunken  woman,  and  her  agony  was 
so  great  that  the  least  touch  of  the  bedclothes  made  her 
cry  out. 

"No  quiet  days  with  God  for  me,"  she  thought.  She 
watched  till  the  following  morning,  when  she  was 
relieved  by  a  neighbor,  and  went  home  to  rest.  As  she 
entered  her  house,  she  felt,  "Now  is  my  opportunity, " 

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and  forthwith  started  for  the  Assembly  Hall,  and 
reached  it  in  time  for  the  afternoon  meeting.  Mr.  Mur- 
ray spoke  on  "Love,"  and  the  Holy  Spirit  deeply  con- 
victed her  of  sin.  Did  she  not  hate  the  man  who  had 
wronged  her?  Where  was  the  love?  Matt.  v:44,  45. 
How  could  she  love?  When,  at  the  close,  Mr.  Murray 
said,  "Let  each  here  tell  their  Father  in  Heaven  their 
need,  and  pour  out  their  heart  before  Him  while  we 
wait  on  Him  in  silence,"  she  knelt  down  with  shame  of 
heart,  and  confessed  her  hatred  and  anger  and  doubts  of 
God's  love  to  her,  sought  forgiveness  and  asked  the  love 
of  God  to  fill  her  soul.  She  felt  it  little  mattered  what 
became  of  the  house,  if  only  she  was  right  with  God. 
His  peace  filled  her  heart  as  she  rose,  and  the  hymn  was 
given  out,  "Moment  by  Moment."  How  it  thrilled  her, 
especially  the  last  verse : 

Never  a  battle  with  wrong  for  the  right, 
Never  a  contest  that  He  does  not  fight, 
Lifting  above  us  His  banner  so  bright, 
Moment  by  moment  I'm  kept  in  His  sight. 

"I'll  stay  for  the  evening  now,"  she  said;  "there  is  no 
need  for  sleep."  Though  all  the  money  left  in  her  purse 
was  is.  gd.  (34  cents),  she  thought,  "Never  mind,  I'll  pay 
for  my  tea,  for  moment  by  moment  I'm  under  His  care." 

When  she  reached  the  sick  room  at  10  p.  m.,  her  heart 
was  overflowing  with  joy.  She  found  the  woman  worse, 
moaning  piteously.     After  awhile,  as  she  moved  quietly 

about  arranging  the  room  for  the  night,  Mrs.  S said, 

"Nurse,  you  must  have  had  a  good  sleep;  how  rested  you 
look!"  "Oh,  no,  my  dear,  I  have  had  no  sleep,  I  have 
been  to  the  East  End  and  have  got  such  a  blessing  that 
all  my  care  is  gone,  and  I  have  brought  you  such  a  won- 
derful hymn  that  I'll  read  to  you  presently."  "The 
East  End?  What  good  can  you  get  there,  nurse?"  She 
told  her  a  little  of  the  meeting  and  how  God  had  spoken 
to  her,  showing  her  her  sin  and  need  of  Divine  love. 
How  He  had  met  her  and  cleansed  her  heart  and  filled 

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her  with  unspeakable  joy  and  peace,  and  then  she  read 
the  hymn : 

Dying  with  Jesus,  His  death  reckoned  mine, 
Living  with  Jesus,  a  new  life  divine, 
Looking  to  Jesus  till  glory  doth  shine, 
Moment  by  moment,  O  Lord,  I  am  Thine. 

"Read  it  again,"  said  the  sufferer,  and  her  moaning 
ceased,  and  she  lay  very  still.  About  midnight  footsteps 
came  down  the  stairs,  a  gentle  knock,  and  an  elderly 

lady  entered  to  inquire  for  Mrs.  S .     The  sick  woman 

answered,  "I  am  very  ill;  but  my  nurse  has  been  to  the 
East  End  and  brought  me  such  a  beautiful  hymn.  It 
will  do  you  good,  too.  Read  it  to  her,  nurse."  So 
again  the  hymn  was  read. 

Never  a  trial  that  He  is  not  there, 
Never  a  burden  that  He  doth  not  bear, 
Never  a  sorrow  that  He  doth  not  share, 
Moment  by  moment  I'm  under  His  care. 

"Read  it  again,  nurse,"  whispered  the  dying  woman. 
So  for  the  fourth  time  she  heard  the  wonderful  hymn. 
The  old  lady  of  seventy-six  stole  back  to  her  room. 
About  three  o'clock,  when  all  was  still,  nurse  heard  her 
praying. 

The  night  passed  very  quietly,  and  she  seemed  a  little 
better  in  the  morning.  Later  on  the  old  lady  of  seventy- 
six  came  down  again  and  asked  if  nurse  would  go  to  see 
her  mother  upstairs  and  take  her  the  wonderful  hymn. 
During  the  day  she  paid  the  old  lady  of  ninety- six  a  visit, 
and  found  her  in  bed,  but  such  a  picture  of  an  old  lady — 
her  face  so  sweet  and  her  powers  so  bright!  "I  hear 
that  you  have  a  wonderful  hymn  that  has  done  Mrs. 

S good,  nurse,  and  I  want  you  to  read  it  to  me.     I'm 

very  miserable. "     "What's  the  matter?"  enquired  Mrs. 

A .     "My  sins,"  she  answered.     "I  know  I  can't  live 

long,  and  I  am  not  ready  to  die.  I  stay  in  my  bed,  not 
because  I  am  ill,  but  because  I  am  so  afraid  and  miser- 

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able.  My  daughter  says  you  have  been  to  the  East  End 
— but  I  can't  think  what  you  have  been  there  for.  It's  a 
dreadful  place,  I  think,  the  East  End.  I  used  to  go  to 
the  Conference  Hall  (Mildway)  when  I  was  younger, 
much  more  respectable,  my  dear,  and  I  have  heard  the 
very  best  preachers  in  London  there,  but  for  all  that  I 
am  not  ready  to  die.  What's  the  hymn  you  have 
brought  from  the  East  End?" 

"It  is  the  Lamb  of  God  you  need,"  said  Mrs.  A . 

"  'Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  that  taketh  away  the  sin  of 
the  world.'  It  was  a  sight  of  Him  that  took  the  load  of 
sin  off  me." 

They  talked  over  the  glorious  message  until  dear  old 
ninety-six  said,  "But  where  is  the  hymn,  nurse,  that  has 
done  you  so  much  good?"  So  "Moment  by  Moment" 
was  read  again. 

Never  a  weakness  that  He  does  not  feel, 
Never  a  sickness  that  He  cannot  heal, 
Moment  by  moment,  in  woe  or  in  weal, 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  abides  with  me  still. 

Sunday  morning,   when  Mrs.   A was  tidying  up 

after  the  night's  watching,  about  10:  30  she  heard  the 
rustling  of  a  silk  dress,  and  looking  around,  to  her  sur- 
prise, saw  the  pretty  old  lady  of  ninety-six,  with  a  silk 
dress  and  cap,  looking  fresher  and  younger  than  her 
daughter  of  seventy-six.  "Good  day,  my  dears.  I  am 
coming  to  see  how  you  do,  for  my  heart  is  as  light  as  a 

bird,  and  I  have  come  to  tell  Mrs.  S if  she  knows  the 

hymn  she  will  soon  get  well  again,  for; 

Moment  by  moment  I'm  kept  in  His  love, 
Moment  by  moment  I've  life  from  above. 
Looking  to  Jesus  till  glory  doth  shine, 
Moment  by  moment,  O  Lord,  I  am  Thine.' 

I  could  not  keep  my  bed  any  longer.  'Jesus  my  Saviour 
abides  with  me  still.'  " 

The  sick  woman  turned  to  her  and  smiled.  "Ah,  Mrs. 
M ,  my  verse  is — 

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'Never  a  heartache  and  never  a  groan, 
Never  a  teardrop  and  never  a  moan, 
Never  a  danger  but  there  on  the  throne, 
Moment  by  moment,  He  thinks  of  His  own.'  M 

The  dear   old   lady  was   overflowing  with   joy,  Mrs. 

A said,  and  it  was  good  to  hear  her  talking  to  the 

policeman's  wife  of  the  sins  of  ninety-six  years  cleansed 
by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

The  daughter  of  seventy-six  was  the  next  to  come  into 
the  light,  and  then  the  young  policeman,  and  soon  they 
could  all  gather  in  the  little  parlor,  where  the  young  man 
had  a  piano,  and  every  night  they  sang  the  hymn.  The 
neighbors  noticed  the  change,  and  came  in  to  inquire 
what  new  song  they  were  so  often  singing,  and  thus  the 
good  tidings  spread  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

The  trial  came  on  about  the  house,  the  dreaded  day. 

Mrs.  A 's  patient  was    well   enough  to   accompany 

her  to  court.  The  precious  hymn  went,  too.  "Be  sure, 
my  dear,  you  read  me  my  verse  just  before  I  am  called 
into  the  witness  box."  They  sat  together,  encouraging 
one  another,  and  once  more  the  favorite  verse  was  read : 

Never  a  battle  with  wrong  for  the  right, 
Never  a  contest  that  He  does  not  fight, 
Lifting  above  us  His  banner  so  bright, 
Moment  by  moment  I'm  kept  in  His  sight. 

The  magistrate  soon  decided  matters ;  scarcely  a  ques- 
tion was  asked  Mrs.  A .     The  widow's  house  was 

given  over  to  her.  So,  with  a  very  thankful  heart,  she 
praised  the  Lord. 

"O  taste  and  see  that  the  Lord  is  good.  Blessed  is  the 
man  that  trusteth  in  Him." 


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/■M&ntgbt  Cbimes 

Composed  during  a  sleepless  night,  while  listening  to 
the  chimes  of  a  little  bed-room  clock. 
November,  1900. 


Swift,  with  melodious  feet, 

The  midnight  hours  pass  by : 
As  with  each  chiming  bell  so  sweet 

I  think,  "My  Lord  draws  nigh." 

I  see  Heav'n's  open  door, 

I  hear  God's  gracious  voice: 
I  see  the  blood-washed  'round  the  throne, 

And  with  them  I  rejoice. 

It  may  be  that  these  sounds 
Are  the  golden  bells  so  sweet, 

Which  tell  me  of  the  near  approach 
Of  the  Heavenly  High  Priest's  feet. 

Not  every  night  is  thus. 

Some  nights  with  pain  are  drear. 
Then  I  join  my  moan  with  creation's  groan, 

And  the  chimes  I  do  not  hear. 

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But  the  Lord  remains  the  same, 

Faithful  He  must  abide ; 
And  on  His  word  my  soul  I'll  rest, 

For  He  is  by  my  side. 

Some  midnight,  sleepless  saints, 
Made  quick  by  pain  to  hear, 

Shall  join  the  glad  and  welcome  cry, 
4 'The  Bridegroom  draweth  near!" 

Then  I  shall  see  His  face, 

His  beauteous  image  bear; 
I'll  know  His  love  and  wondrous  grace, 

And  in  His  glory  share. 

So  sing  my  soul  in  praise, 
As  bells  chime  o'er  and  o'er, 

The  coming  of  the  Lord  draws  near, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


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